Текст песни Bermuda Triangle - Ap250

I′m praying that the horsemen come
Take me back to my beloved kingdom
I want to bask in the sun
Instead of crawling out of the fucking mud
Remove my shackles
From my ankles
Wanna get freaky with some angels
Only problem is
Hell is my fate
So I rest in the lake
Young King Dave
Rest in peace
Roll another doink
So the stress will cease
I wanna ask a girl to spend a day at the beach
But it's hard to talk
When you′re kicked in the teeth
Slumped in my seat
Hard to breathe
Only time I feel
In the dreams when I sleep
Locked in my room misplaced the key
Weed is my anchor when I'm lost at sea

Release me from my body
I am feeling really oddy
I can hear the Devil calling
Down in the pits of Hell I'm falling
Help me
Walking on a sheet of ice
Talking with three blind mice
Everything I eat′s on rice
Roll my dice
666 it will suffice
When will the fame come
When will the pay come
When will I not be the one to make me come
I need to be freed from the slums
Freed from the feeling of a bum
My time will come
Crawl into a hole
Call it home
Wall paper
Is covered with mold
Never feel like gold
In fact my sole is cold
My cards I fold