hole in the head
Caden Kratsch
Outside the window, there he is, with death in his eyes
Coming after me, filling my mind with all of their lies
Black and white figures haunting me
In my periphery
Isolate, dissociate
This feelings been here since my infancy
Murder me
Permutate my death over itself, time and time again
There's nothing left, grey stains, darkness is my only friend
We're coming for you
We're coming for you
We know what you did
We're coming for you