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To share certain stories with the world about things I'd usually hide At first I was apprehensive, but I feel like I'm not the only one To have this going on inside, so Here it is, it's called "Heightened" Exterior I'm angel baby, ain't no crazy Everyone get along with me And even the other gang don't hate me It may appear to you that I can't go shady And the fame sho' made me a favorite hey there wasn't internal tangled lately It's like this feeling that for so long I've been concealing When wrong is done to me, the thoughts I have are quite chilling Hunger within to incite killing Evil comes then my soul is lost Outside I'm smilin', inside I'm bitin' noses off You're dealing with imagination of the coldest frost If I so get crossed in a hole it's caught, and dismembered If pricks hindered a quick tempered Sick member, it enters in my sixth chak', worse than Hitchcock Thinking zip locked if this knots distraught Demons lucky 'cause so far I've kept it contained Not a soul has seen my inner wicked unchained Decievers when losing their life to me is mundane Out is bright, the sun came and it's plum bane Hard times ain't no way to get softer tones When the appointment is getting Tech doctored on Letras de cancionesThey said my health is headed when death knocks you're gone high cholesterol and real low testosterone! Now I'm frightened The self inflicted noose around my neck is tightened The doctors told me not to worry be enlightened An incision made up on my butt, they were slicin' ten pellets now I'm heightened! With this extra boost thinking I can't let the juice Bring what's in me forward and let Lecter loose So don't step to uce with all except the truth Your chickens next to roost and I be pressed to shoot off the handle Stepping incorrectly to me now is such a gamble Encephalon is now in shambles Difficult trying to muffle an evil exposure With people my only concern is keeping my composure Good is in my soul, but I'm feeling no control This energy within me multiplying tenfold So don't come disrespectful or you might just be the chose By this walking ticking-time bomb come too close I might explode Aaron! Aaron! Are you okay? It just this blank stare at me the whole time Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just a lucid daydreamer From Letras Mania