the wicked dripping pain clogs up my arteries,
the only option left is to stop or flea,
i'm drained of emotion and my heart is chilled,
my guts are staining the floor and my blood is spilled,
and my head's filled, of everything bacteria's killed,
so i go to the doctor and get my skull drilled,
they find my demon nest so it must be grilled.
it slides through my veins, demands all my pains,
and what i maintain, drives spikes through my brain.
this disease infests me with an evil lash,
itching, biting, punching, crunching .. soul rash.
it tries to transform all my love into hate,
but the smiles in my heart don't want to relate,
but there's so much love and grown straight from the pod,
so my virus can't deal and gets a dose of God
and the anguish and the peace and the greed,
that of which are the things of what this virus feeds.
but when it's overwhelmed it drops like trash,
eating, gnawing, choking, poking .. soul rash.
so i went for a cure to decease this devil,
but for some reason i couldn't claim the level.
it started to show up on me as dead skin,
nose bleeds, eye watering, all because of what's within.
but what i really need is love from the outside,
to blow this thing out and find a different ride.
so i search, for a church, maybe baptism,
do some investigation, on this demonism,
found the preacher to have an exorcism,
but it isn't, the solution of this hate,
it takes a mental state, of very high rates.
for eternity is how long it lastes,
pestering, poisoning, kicking, picking .. soul rash.
Soul rash is the vomit, soul rash is the fear,
soul rash is the trauma, that we all feel.
soul rash is your cold, your fever, your flu,
soul rash is the hate, that's dissolved in you,
soul rash collects the weapon that rips into your flesh,
soul rash is what collapses you into a mess,
soul rash is always constant, not always in action,
but if it's gone for a while it'll eventually drop you in traction.
soul rash is your headaches, your cancer, it bruises,
soul rash is your heartaches, your lust, it oozes,
all throughout your body and comes out in anger,
so packed and so quick you won't even see the danger.
do what you can to fend off its punch,
but the stronger you fight, the quicker its crunch.
is it from another planet, was it hatched from an egg,
or does it spawn from the chemicals that fill the air?
does it creep slowly or does it sting you in a flash,
or for all we know it's grown from the root of hash,
nobody knows, all it does is grow, you'd better stay low ..
soul rash...