Woke up in an alley I've never seen/Disassociated/ Throw-up in my belly is telling me this ain't a dream// (Thank you, yes, I hate it)/There's something I'm smelling/ familiar/ can't place it/ It's here yet evasive/ It's sweet, yet it's fragrant// If there's one thing I'm telling you that will kill you/ IT's faces you know on the ghosts of the vacant////

Remember this is just a story, when the flames rise and Hollywood makes it...

HOOK:

Who walk the gray path?

The apath.

Is evil embedded, or are we embedded in evil...?

Who touch the darkness?

The damned (crucify them!)

Hold up--who supplied them???

Go figure...

That's people...

How you get rid of that fear at the pit of your belly? Your tears are so telling, I see them.

My peers ain't compelling.

We both had bad dreams once.

The gland that keeps seething, secretes more than sebum...