Make It Dark (feat. Twiztid, The R.O.C., Madrox & Monoxide)

So reclusive unknown, mind I must roam

Distance myself, still I remain, must stay strong

The nights are prolonged, thoughts are so wrong

Mind is part gone, frozen like I'm stone

Never a was, never a wasn't to ever be

They laugh at me, that's okay that they'll never breathe

My thoughts conserve ya, redrum reverse ya

Nope they won't get further, no resistance you'll never see light

If I could stab the world, my knife would make it dark

I'd strangle it with my bare hands and then rip the rest apart

You know that I would dig a deep hole where they all sleep

All face down all six feet deep

If I could stab the world, yeah, my knife would make it dark

Sorrow, sadness, the pain in the madness

Undetermined fate defined and limit up all my chances

Regular is nothing to an un-normal mind

While others excel forward, I'm falling far behind

Picking up the pieces, whatever shards remain

In an attempt to put the mirror back together in the frame

Neglected mental health, I'm playing life just like the game

So stuck inside my ways, it's too impossible to change

If I could stab the world, my knife would make it dark

I'd strangle it with my bare hands and then rip the rest apart

You know that I would dig a deep hole where they all sleep

All face down all six feet deep

If I could stab the world, yeah, my knife would make it dark

Unbroken minds are subjugated, dilapidated

Thoughts on rewind to remember that what they congregated

Crosses aligned on a mission of unadulterated

Losses of time, I bring the darkness of mine

I want 'em all to hate it, I know I'm doing it right

I bring the dark to your light, that's all for sure not a might

And now we all have stated that the blood is the life

And nothing's gonna stop us bringing you the darkness tonight

If I could stab the world, my knife would make it dark

I'd strangle it with my bare hands and then rip the rest apart

You know that I would dig a deep hole where they all sleep

All face down all six feet deep

If I could stab the world, yeah, my knife would make it dark

Colonel, Tol- er, Count Tolstoy

Was once passing along the roadside

When he stopped to watch a man that was plowing

And calling over the fence to him

Asked him to stop for a moment’s conversation

When he said, “My friend, what would you do

If you were sure that you would die tomorrow?"