Spiritmist001

Undying: How many days do you spend now, putting me down? The coffin call for a dead man waiting around "He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise" But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties! The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride I am the real and the raw of the things you denied! You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong. You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put