Head towards it, always cautious
Two steps backwards, one step forwards.
The ground is flawless, my eyes are enormous,
I stand for all people who know how raw this is.
Emotional torture leaves you vulnerable to the slaughter,
Like leading the lambs, shepherds of our friends
We all reach the same destination in the end.
Haunting, some of us laughing, shadows of passion,
This will never even happen, I’m no longer blagging,
Just feel the vibes and be frightened
This is a sense that’s provoking emotions flowing, anger and devotion,
Conflict in the mind, explosions of the mine fields, don’t cross them.
Dark woodlands, lost again.
Withdrawal symptoms become a common trend,
Self-torment from escaping the dread,
The thought of a challenge can seem more in your head,
Sweating, spewing, apologies to friends, family and fragmented memories,
If you crossed me, I am possessed. I am a demonic, woodland mess.
I am looking for my next victim and killer combined by torment.
Self-neglect, bottled up inside my chest, head and vest.
Wife-beater, beating with no regret,
I'm a country bumpkin through and through,
But there's something crude about waving white flags then starting to shoot,
Starting on the booze.
No excuse, I am confused, but this is the poison that I choose.

We light the beacons, we raise the ceiling,
Demons with beacons, lighting up intoxicated visions,
You will truly see once you listen,
Into the darkness we are preaching,
Evoking feeling, heartfelt dealing,
We are the learners who are teaching,
Defcon gurning with 10 cans, smoking for spiritual healing.
Do you feel your heart beating?
Do you see through the shadows deceiving?
Keep listening. Keep it lit,
You hold the beacon, you hold the key to the prison.
Psy Ceiling leading you beyond the demons,
Bootlegged, the strange water goes to the head,
The spirit in the moment hanging by a thread
As we hang with our friends, from the beginning until the end,
We get stuck in the middle,
I’ll lurk inside of my riddles as I riddle my mind
And pickle my insides, so how the fuck am I still alive?
I survived, climbed higher than the skies.
Now the moon shines, drinking moonshine.
I read their minds through astrology signs.
The science and the art that is the Zodiac,
Communicating like a Gemini,
Me & Dan Demon are two of a kind,
But the water rules our lives,
The moon sways the tides,
A dead demon, a new life, a new reason in which to strive,
We should have never gotten this high,
You all carry the light,
Guide your way through this life,
Guide your way through the skies.
Look me in the eyes,
I see through the darkness of your mind
Soul searching for the light as we withdraw and hide,
Withdrawing from the hate inside as we soul search through these times.
Back & forth, over the line that sanity tries to provide,
Back & forth, over the line that sanity tries to provide,
Back & forth, over the line that sanity tries to provide!