I'm in a crude mood
I'm warning you
Get the hell out of my way.

I'll apologise for the attitude
But right now
Go away!

In attempt to sooth my fury
I'll venture deep inside
The darkest gothic realms
Of my own interior design.

Of my mind
My head
My body
Which within I'll ruminate.

I'm terribly frustrated to be stuck in this estate.

This place
It makes me nauseous.
A stagnant terrible vibe
That makes me want to purge out all the
Blackness that's inside

A tremendous inexplicable soreness
My temple
GOD, MAKE IT STOP.
I'm afraid I'll be unable
To make it truly stop.