One night after a bloody crime

Four cold walls are holding you in grime

The flies of night echo through the room

The wings are buzzing, one eternity in doom

Three bad calls, three shots in chest

Crime, drugs, isolation from friends

They sting like fleas, the spider flies

The venom’s pumped beneath the eyes.

You’re becoming blind, in mind.

Find you’re redefined

The clock is ticking

The flies are stinging

Demons are sticking

By a rotten mind stinking.

Body has survived 2 years.

Time when you said no word

Brain damage got so fierce

Bound under the mind control

Cells are set to poltergeist

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