T.R.L. - Intellectual

Names, faces and hallway paces

Back and forth between these walls

Crime scene chases

Just for evidential traces

Another piece of the puzzle, gotta fill up all these empty spaces

Did you give them their dying graces?

Her heart was tossed aside like old used up laces

Did you even stare them in the eye or just look at their faces?

Did they really need to lose their life?

The Sanity has left his mind

Another victim to a creature

Left him numb and blind

Dead past, dead present

He's killing his future

The rage takes over

I feel his grip subside

He lost his heart that night

Left it in the gutter

With the body parts that suffice

Another reason to travel down the rabbit hole

Heaven can wait as this Hell is now his home

Why couldn't he see it?

Couldn't he feel it?

The moment that it took control

Another name to add to the list

One more victim, "Well, if you insist"

The mud thickens in the downpour

Blood spatters cover my wall

I'm looking through these stains

Blood on my hands, in my eyes

Where's his number?

It rings out

I try again

My eyes are shackled to the ceiling

In my heart, I can sense what you're feeling

It's taken over

Fuck

No more control

Another clipping and a photo to add to my wall

Thirteen reasons why, count them, this section had to fall

Another grave dug, another name erased

But did you really have to go and bury all of them?

(PICK UP THE PHONE, PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE

PICK UP THE PHONE, COME ON, PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE

PICK UP THE GOD DAMN PHONE)