[Intro: Doc Gruesome & Odprophet]

This life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare

The shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night's air

The moonlight blood red, it's a sickly image

Fuck forgiveness, I do not fear your superstition

[Verse 1: Odprophet]

Chemical imbalances, I'm standing on a balance beam

Life is full of challenges but nothing really challenge me

Scratch that, I act like nothing really bother me

Lee Van Cleef pillow to my head when I fall asleep (Fucking bang)

My demons follow me, they crawl in me, I'm hollowed out

Entrails upon the floor and when they speak it's from my mouth

I'm a sarcophagus of rottеd flesh, a mausoleum

Thesе creatures walk with me, they stalkin' me, bitch, can't you see them?

I'm just looking for a little bit of bliss

Pistol in my pocket and my heart is an abyss

Bottom of the bottle and I'm hardly making sense

Like I cut across my wrist 'cause I'm really talking shit but fuck that

I just put 'em on my list like a Death Note if somebody run up in they crib

And just let go, give a fuck 'bout who they hit

And just get ghost better get low

[Chorus: Doc Gruesome & Odprophet]

This life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare

The shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night's air

The moonlight blood red, it's a sickly image

Fuck forgiveness, I do not fear your superstition

This life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare

The shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night's air

The moonlight blood red, it's a sickly image

Fuck forgiveness, I do not fear your superstition

[Verse 2: Doc Gruesome]

Am I dead? Are there horns on my head?

Am I wanted by the feds? Am I sick off the meds?

And why am I breathing and why am I free?

Why haven't I been struck down and burned underneath?

All of the believers and all of the worthy feed

Probably because the evil that you see inside of me

Is nothing more than bullshit that you talk like a preacher

Told that I'ma burn 'cause I'm a nonbeliever

In a lake of fire that is fed up by ether

And you good with it 'cause you told I'm a deceiver

But ain't it true you were the one deceived?

By a crooked fuckin' pastor with a sick disease

Like to fuck on kids that ain't even teased

But in the name of God you look down on me

Little bitch how the fuck could this be?

That's the one time I wouldn't turn the other cheek

I would hold a motherfucker down on the ground

And put a hollow tip bullet in between his teeth (Yeah)

And that's getting off easy, all of that shit made me queasy

So in the end when you bitchin' just remember you gave into superstition (Yah)

[Chorus: Doc Gruesome & Odprophet]

This life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare

The shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night's air

The moonlight blood red, it's a sickly image

Fuck forgiveness, I do not fear your superstition

This life is like a dream but it seem like a nightmare

The shadows on the walls, see the fog in the night's air

The moonlight blood red, it's a sickly image

Fuck forgiveness, I do not fear your superstition