Cast down into a World of Pain
Lone yell from a throat insane
No escape from my domain
Forget the gift of being slain
Frenetic flashes fill your eyes
Synaptic surges in disguise
Tunnel hearing, distant cries
Your mind starts telling lies
Tiny screech from the Surface Grate
If they hear you, it's too late
No recovery from your state
Monkeigh, your ass is mine
Open your eyes to a new filth
See your blood scattered and spilt
Now begins, a kind of brith
But no, you won't be brief
Necrotic tissue on the floor
Your body already part of the gore
Just hold on a little more
Or are you feeling too sore
Tiny screech from the Surface Grate
If they hear you, it's too late
No recovery from your state
Monkeigh, your ass is mine
In a parallel plane of reality
Your mind shielded from all insanity
Say your goodbyes, your mind is gone
Let it go my Child,
LET IT GO
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Cast down into a World of Pain
Lone yell from a throat insane
No escape from my domain
Forget the gift of being slain
Frenetic flashes fill your eyes
Synaptic surges in disguise
Tunnel hearing, distant cries
Your mind starts telling lies
Tiny screech from the Surface Grate
If they hear you, it's too late
No recovery from your state
Monkeigh, your ass is mine
Open your eyes to a new filth
See your blood scattered and spilt
Now begins, a kind of brith
But no, you won't be brief
Necrotic tissue on the floor
Your body already part of the gore
Just hold on a little more
Or are you feeling too sore
Tiny screech from the Surface Grate
If they hear you, it's too late
No recovery from your state
Monkeigh, your ass is mine
In a parallel plane of reality
Your mind shielded from all insanity
Say your goodbyes, your mind is gone
Let it go my Child,
LET IT GO
Lone yell from a throat insane
No escape from my domain
Forget the gift of being slain
Frenetic flashes fill your eyes
Synaptic surges in disguise
Tunnel hearing, distant cries
Your mind starts telling lies
Tiny screech from the Surface Grate
If they hear you, it's too late
No recovery from your state
Monkeigh, your ass is mine
Open your eyes to a new filth
See your blood scattered and spilt
Now begins, a kind of brith
But no, you won't be brief
Necrotic tissue on the floor
Your body already part of the gore
Just hold on a little more
Or are you feeling too sore
Tiny screech from the Surface Grate
If they hear you, it's too late
No recovery from your state
Monkeigh, your ass is mine
In a parallel plane of reality
Your mind shielded from all insanity
Say your goodbyes, your mind is gone
Let it go my Child,
LET IT GO
Writer: João de Freitas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid