[Verse 1: Hitman-X] Mystical states happy the face starting to wave taking new shape Shifted in rage normal the same Running for days quiet insane need to escape Wash it away clean up your face pockets of green, filthy disgraced Worthy of change, broken ashamed, turning away, stick around Hit the grounds h*mos aroused rousing in house casual crowds Chasing them out, target the crowns, sparking out loud Close to the ground digging deep down Climbing on out dusty and proud Moving forward no reward last resort circuits to short Sustaining report controlling such forced Those ancient souls informed, known in a zone time to hone Lifted hold, harnessed glow, rising soul above the globe Secret shows years in the fold cold and alone happy your home Unanswered phones fantasy prone listening shown Used to its advantage inducing panic Abuse the manic nested havoc tempted ravished Happy to have it hands for the smashing, equally dislike Completely lost in the world, secretly alike! Believe till you're deeply defeated and repeated To reciting verses, illustration of example off from curses My causation, causes actions of bad act like a stratified sample Yea! [Hook: Hitman-X] If I save time, when do I get it back? I find myself laying my rhyme in the track I've got to sit down and work out where I stand I still hold it down, don't frown you never know Who is falling in love with your crown (Welcome To My House) [Verse 2: WATM]