Sharp and precise like knives
cutting through flesh like lies
and the secrets that I hide
are the kind that protect my life
Welcome to my mind
it's like an active crime scene
like a twelve dead baby drowning
I told that dead bitch, crown me
and the crowds roar was astounding
The crown he wore was blinding
these words just like gears grinding
mixed with the sound of lightning
like the night I killed the right wing
Sometime my thoughts are frightning
because I always say the right thing
like the magic mounted white king
buried in your psyche
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