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mandala (rap) - house of ghosts lyrics
i like my rhymes with a hard bite
harsh sounds, and they cut like a sharp knife
i could carve right into your heart
like a sculptor
and start poking around and figure out who you are…
might recoil if i poke wrong
but i’ve got this whole song
to make those wrongs right
so demons better be gone
i had plenty of guards on the edge of my lawn
but they waited ’til night and crept in in the dark
and now i’m haunted…
they wanna’ mess with my thoughts
and they’ll never get off me until i’m dead in the coffin
so i’m often possessed, and exhausted, depressed
and enraged, i could break, and just gnaw off your flesh
like a cannibal, cancel the offers i get
for a job, ’cause i’m odd, and just tarnished my rep
with all that said… you probably get the gist that i’m troublesome
i live in a house of ghosts, i don’t get where they’re coming from
the live and hover above you
and i’m their prey ’cause i’m just sitting here under ’em
they come down and touch you on the back of your –
sh-t there’s another one
and they wonder why i act so anxious
i sit in my room, alone shaking
psych
i am the calm before the storming hits
the moment of suspenseful silence in a horror flick
you’re as stiff as a corpse
i’m loose as a contortionist ’cause i was born for this
born for what?
born to torture men
my front door is adorned with heads of dead warriors
who thought they were bread for war… ha!
they couldn’t have been more misled
reality’s mine to distort and bend
toward whatever abhorrent ends my core intends
psych again
….
they said i need therapy, okay, so i gave it a try
after one session the therapist was more crazy than i
strange because i, only told her ’bout my anger inside
and all my fantasies, basically the same stuff i say in my rhymes
and she flipped out, said “get out, please, you’re making me cry”
and i walked out with a whole case of medication prescribed
but i never take it, why would i wanna’ play with my mind?
this is the perfect state of a mind for creative design
i may be -ssigned a cell in a couple of years
but that’s oh well, you work harder when there’s something to fear
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