It was the third day that he rose from the dead, feeling the level of his intensity in a motherfuckin depth. I lived once and had to died twice, ain't that nice? To see the world non-appriciated, so I left. Lord, I needed you as much as you love me, there was a plenty to see on day of my birthday, 3. To intensify, we deny ourselves, hoping one day our pains will be legendary in hells. I look down in my room filled with bad memories, it was meant to be when my reflection looked down on me. The dreams that I once had was prescient, an attitude to the world that gone deviant. Oh shit, lord, can you feel me? With all their problems they burden me, can ya heal me? I had 3 days to live for, I had no time to settle the score. Now, I'm here to give my love before this happens to the fuckin' war. My innate dreams were from your gift and the curse, My words are the given truth but i know it hurts. My vision were denying me hoping destiny would never find me. As the world ain't livin' kindly as it blinded me. It's the LOST SOUL!!!! Many told me that I'm noterious soul killer, born to live on the third as a death healer. I dreamed of my birth as a mistake, to take my eyes and let the world be awake from the reality that lives off fake. From all the love that they gave me, I've learned to dispate my hate upon those who didn't appreciate the life of light that you made.