GROWED STILLS FRIGHT ME OUT IM PICKIN MY KNEE SCABS A ZONE THICK VISION CRIPPLED BY NIGHT SEETHING TEETH THRU MY FINGERS ITS TICKLING MY GAS FORM I DONT SEE IT BUT I KNO ITS EYES BOUND BY THE LEASH OF ITS PILGRIMS I CAN FEEL IT CREEPING ME ON THE SKY SPREADS ITS WINGS AND IN THAT INSTANT I KNO U AND I WILL B GONE