i cannot grasp this black psychology my cage s walls are closing in on me the rage that surfaces is not my soul it s like a devil taking control the violence lives in me and will not leave live a magician with pain up his sleeve the sight of god is to unfold memories untold for every poem s a rhyme the joke is father time our delves in twisted sexuality substance abuse and immortality a stark obsession no one else would know questions unanswered how far can this go the wall of torment my blood s boiling break this shell to do what s so obscene the sight of god is to unfold memories untold for every poem s a rhyme the joke is father the sight of god is to unfold memories untold for every poem s a rhyme the joke is father time the sight of god is to unfold memories untold for every poem s a rhyme the joke is father the sight of god is to unfold memories untold for every poem s a rhyme the joke is father time