just chillin in an asylum the guards i get by 'em
im part of a different phylum u aint neva heard
u should observe cuz im the drama setta absurd
the birds white pigeons are reflectin my death
im protectin whats left of my life and breath
i cleave into my strife givin me more power
leave u into the night where evil tored cowards
cut u wit swords in hours like some madness
too much sadness on earth man i had it wit this
clues and twists like some sherlock holmes shit
u should lock ya homes kid before i run up in it
and get u done up wit it the sun wont rise wit it