Lyrics
Cut the bitch’s head, am i in the wrong reality?
Check for some reason why i did it like a maniac
Think it was a power of another, an evil spirit
In my head stuck “killing in the name of devilshit”
For some reason, in my pocket knife with stains of blood
Am i killing in the night? shit, weird type of dope
Used to be pshycic, with a vital need to see their souls
Now i hold the grip of butcher knife, i think it’s devil’s choice
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Am i in the wrong? wrong
Killing is the wrong? wrong
Why i hold the tone? wrong
Evil within grows, roams
Am i in the wrong?
Killing is am, am i wrong
Why i hold the tone? wrong, wrong
It grows, roams
Am i in the wrong? wrong
Killing is the wrong? wrong
Why i hold the tone? wrong
Evil within grows, roams
Am i in the wrong?
Killing is am, am i wrong
Why i hold the tone? wrong, wrong
It grows, roams
Where the hell did i come from
Why i holding tone?
First degree is a murder, 187 in his fucking dome
Time to me to act like i never saw a second corpse
Finger prints on nine, wear of this cripple and cases of bullets must be gone
I’ll let the river drive away homicide clues
Devil needs me, so i could be there
Not in cell, on a loose
For sure, i have no reason to be killing like a psycho
But i’m waiting for another time to sacrifice
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Cause i’m stuck in the wrong reality
Am i in the wrong? wrong
Killing is the wrong? wrong
Why i hold the tone? wrong
Evil within grows, roams
Am i in the wrong?
Killing is am, am i wrong