Turk Lyrics

I cannot grasp this black psychology
My cage's walls are closing in on me
The rage that surfaces is not my soul
It's like a devil taking all controlThe violence lives in me and will not leave
Like a magician with pain up that sleeveThe sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father timeWe melt in twisted sexuality
Substance abuse and immortality
A stark obsession no one else would know
Questions unanswered, how far can this go?The wall of torment, my blood's boiling
To break this shell, to do what's so obsceneThe sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is fatherThe sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father timeThe sight of God is to unfold

Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is fatherThe sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father time
Songwriters
Matthew Lance Pike;Desmond Wayne Kensel;Jeff Paul MatzPublished by
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