TEMPERENCE

Eyes are behind your head Looking for your dead intuition Looking for a weakness I'm gonna feed this dreaded inhibition I don't really need this But I'm succumbing to the greed It starts with a bleeding plea For a begging need Better leave it be Or I'll get to see The worst of myself Resistant change Draining health Sate my cells F*ck thy wealth Cain's own chains of hell On the brain it's racing Pulsating convulsing like rabies Just divulge my Hades