When They Come

I can hear the whispers talking to me.
Tellng me i need to kill just to be.
They wont let me go and Im so afraid.
This world around me is begining to fade.
Dont know what they are but they wont go away.
I think these demons are here to stay.

No body knows what its like to be the dead man.
walking this earth doing the best i can.
but then i got this voice inside of my head.
telling me to make an army of the living dead.
to take this earth and shape it as They please.
to take every soul and turn it into leaves.
Shit fuck this shit i dont care if im dead,
fuck you and your mind i like Them in my head
they make me feel like i am going to die
thats whent its time for Them to fly


Southside Wickedd rolling with the heavy thunder
Ima Creep while you sleep ou a one hit wonder.
I dont care what you think you can always just die
but when They play my deeds are never justified.