THE TABLES TURNED


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THE REASON
My mind had an advantage on my actions, total domination
Couldn’t eat, my stomach was rumbling, just for a ration
Eyes dried, no tears coming down my sullen cheeks
No saliva in my mouth, lips dried, I couldn’t even speak
Blasting sounds in my ear drums turned me deaf
I’m blinded and muted should I just wait for death
No I can’t let this go this way, I must take control
Or just suffer my mind’s actions and his deadly soul
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THE TABLES TURNED
I battled a bloody fight inside my brain, head turned to a fierce war
No bullets no guns used, just straight words in my mentality’s core
Trying to stop my mind’s sins, have to recover my mind set
But to get, what I want I have to let go, just brainwashed and forget?
There must be another way so my right arm started to move, hand gripped
Reached for a clip and inserted into the gun, blasted and my mind flipped
My fingers slipped the gun and I can’t reach it, I’m almost done wit this
That when my mind got pissed and shot a violent shot but missed
Hopefully it did because I need to reverse this situation I’m facing
Heated and strapped a plastic explosive to the nerve tissue blazing
The scene racing, when will I take control? I need to wait until it’s weak
Blasted another explosive, and it got shook, the blood in my brain leaked
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THE CONCLUSION
I finally got the tables turned into my side and now it’s all in the head
The only way to get the tables turned is to risk my life and now I’m dead
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