And when you dealing with all that death?
 Sometimes spirits come back and haunt you

 My life  sometimes  be haunted  by my memories
 Visions in my head  show me diggin up  my enemies
 I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head
 At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead
 They try to pull me under  and bury me alive
 I wake up  thinking it's over, a good thing I survived
 They pull me back to sleep, and seperate my soul
 from my body, and put my blood and flesh in a hole
 Ahh dig it's worse, now the curse, caves my faith in
 I rose from beneath the surface of the earth, as Satan
 Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases
 Jumped up, go back to sleep, resurrected, ahh Jesus
 Healing, the same motherfuckers I just inflicted
 Spreading righteousness, the word of God, my mind is twisting
 A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead
 Spirits got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head
 Now I lay, me down, to sleep
 I pray the lord, my soul, to keep
 And if I should die, before, I awake
 I pray the lord, my soul to take
 A priest, performed an exorcist when I was conceived at birth
 The casting of the demon off the earth
 Devils, worship me like a thesis
 Nurses, rolled me in a room full of priests
 Where they attempted to cleanse my soul from evil
 With crosses, bibles, holy words, and needles
 Redrum, voices, evil dead, they told me
 I snatched the cross, jigged the priest in the head and left him holey
 (damn) My spiritual circle is evil, priests they attacked it
 They jumped all over my flesh and put me in a straightjacket
 Strapped me to the bed the priest screamed as he bled
 They tackled me and shackled me from my feet up to my head
 (dang) Now I lay to rest no longer stressing my escape
 I fall deep into a dream, I see those spirits and I awake
 (mmmm) Now I lay, me down, to sleep
 I pray the lord, my soul, to keep
 And if I should die, before I awake
 I pray the lord, my soul to take
 Another time my mind dwelled on a spell
 I heard the cries from the dead souls burning in hell
 Visions of their flesh, drowning in the flood
 Well under hallucinations I seen heads soaked in blood
 (damn) I snapped back to reality, and asked for my bible
 Opened it up, in hurried confusion reachin for survival
 (mmmm) When all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse
 (dang) The psalms that I've read, made my visions worse
 (mmmm, dang) Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me
 Spilled what was on my mind when I was done HE needed therapy
 He recommended a baptism, a sacrifice
 My soul rose to heaven but was cast back down by Christ
 (damn) In forms of thunder, rain hail, heavy winds
 Not even the blood of Christ, could cleanse my Concious of Sin