Yun - Serotonin Yeah!
They say the beast is inside us all, I saw it that day
The mist rolled over the hills as though to say,
"A cold frost has come to bite your skin, no peace for a father who denies his kin"
I couldn't have said it better myself, take a puff from the gold paper and try not to ash on myself. Hands shaking as the winter sets in, my center empty and my eyes filled with sin. Sit down on the slope, hands on the grass i feel attuned with the life and in the sunlight I bask, a soul forged by consistent deadly strokes, a painter with no pallet, and singer with no balled, destined to seek the earth... we see how foul it can really get. Perceive cardinal sin and infinite violence, only return to a peaceful silence. It's the life of the warrior, who cuts his own path.