The devil comes and I, I try to and I my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl And I put up my walls, and I, and they to fall As this cunning takes me as it voodoo doll and I
sets in as the horns start to grow Suddenly I somebody I don't know
Whoa, what do I do? This a temple of doom Whoa, what can I say? To, oh, make all of this go
I got different names, but to you its all the same I be the crawlin' in skin, I be the reason for your sin I be the cunning in your and I be the needle in your arm Call me might let you got but call me twice and then I'm get ya
playin' tricks on me, I'm paranoid, homie Nobody know what I'm going through God, Im so I know Im loosin' it, Im hearing, watching me, clockin' me, hear my heart tickin
Worshiping two Gods can get you in Crystal show you things youre not supposed to see
Whoa, what do I do? This bodys a temple of Whoa, what can I say? To, oh, make all of this go
You Im comin' for ya You know I'm get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You Im comin' for ya, you see Im comin' for ya You know I'm get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya
You know Im for ya, you see Im comin' for ya You I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You Im comin' for ya, you see Im comin' for ya You know I'm get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya