Ill - 363

Lyrics:

From the moon to the sun I have nowhere left to run.

To my head I point a gun.

Anti christ the devil´s son.

Cursed my life I had no fun.

From the mud to the glory.

I couldn´t see it for me.

So I sould my soul so poorly.

I took the bait I was the quarry.

From the moment it begun.

I tried to fight but I was done.

Seeking help but there was none.

The spider webs had already spun.

From the memory of pain.

I enclosed myself in rain.

Nothing here to gain.

Ice cold, my heart is now in enchained.

Context: Read between the lines.

Prod: @NXMADIC