The
darkness
embrace
face to
face....

no erase
the mentality
is cutting me
from the
wrist....

the ultimate
fatality....

so useless
so careless
so much darknesss....

the demons
speak
to me...

the angels
speak to me....

but the
only thing
keeping me alive
is the
little thing Is
that I live
under voodoo....

and its
God forsaken but
yet so true...

I walk under
the hands of
a master and
I am his puppet....

and the
power he
got over me
is the rage and spell
that keeps me
burning in side.....

and
my Dark Secret
is that when
he pulls that last
string... death will
be in the hands
when my
darkness begins
to sing.....