Now I don't know if this is something to be concerned of, but I've got these ideas of murder

I keep hearing these voices in my head and I keep checking for monsters under my bed

Cause they said, they said I was pure

They said I was cured. But unsure

If I would use this gift or abuse it

So I decided to bury the evidence

When I awoke it was evident, this was a message, yes but this was not heaven sent

And I spent my days and my dreams and I've spent my nights awake figuring out what it means

When I awoke things weren't the same, I hear something dark its calling my name

St.James, St.James, St.James St. James