for this flow, watch where the blood go 4 alarm blaze staring at the window i taste iron, heart rate flying go cold, feel old, now i think im dying my mind lying, the devil stuck in the maze so me and god build on these myserious ways and if you seen me, youd think i was crazy how i praise beats but talk myself into heat chief long till my teeth (gone), drinks been on me weeks (long) flying kites in rhyme (storm), define rights when im (wrong) whos that in the rear view using shadows to creep thru death rocks a black hoody, same colors, me too living a mirage, cant trust eyes for the job dimmin street lights and sewer fog leave nights up to god shatter mirror windows to peep far im outsomewhere else, another superstar paranoid nights, ears tuned, dark sided moons for eyesight came to cobain the game paranoid nights, ears tuned, dark sided moons for eyesight ears tuned and my rear view