Shade - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Locked in a dusty room, pulsating darkened womb

The shadows twisting in and out of view

Sitting beside the bed, faint noises in your head

It's hard to guess what it's doing to you

Depression and pure joy, violent urge to destroy

It's toying with you, making you see things

Vision is turning black, there is no turning back

It reads your mind and you can hear it sing

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

Filling your head with doubt, you shake the noises out

But it's too late, your soul, it will chew through

Your mind begins to reel, you can no longer feel

It's taken hold, there's nothing you can do

Its form begins to change, it starts to rearrange

Fingers are peeling, or at least you think

No longer physical, it's almost biblical

The way it's taken over everything

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it

(Turn it on) Don't turn it on

(Turn it on) Don't even fucking touch it