El Cuco

Follow the voice in your head

I had a death prophecy today
When I woke up I saw a wax stamped envelope addressed to me
Inside I find an ivory page written upon in crimson ink
My hands are trembling as I'm opening and reading
Three weeks away from this very day
Will be the last ones that you ever see
I'm in your head now and you cannot get rid of me
I'm burrowed deep within your brain
And I'm gonna leave a lovely stain
On the insides of your bedroom walls

Cleanse my soul

I've got a parasite in me
It's in my brain consuming my identity
And with every passing moment I'm getting closer to my own elimination
It's making it hard enough to breathe
Without it digging in and always controlling me
Rip up pieces of my mind, making me swear that I'm fine, become acclimated to this disaster
I've had enough of this monster
I've had enough of this soulless fucking leach

Cleanse my soul
Give me the gun and
Cleanse my soul

Follow the voice in your head