Текст песни New Vegas - Unknown The Plague

Schizophrenic autistic addicted
Future visions always overthinking
Maybe stop it with chemical conquest
Can't decipher my linguistics
The process empowering objects
I wear in my dress and my mind It's so obvious I'm next in line for hospice

Four horses of the apocalypse
Seething gasses are noxious
But I'm inhaling the toxins

I'll maybe off myself
Before You come back and see what's left of Hûked on Fonix
Just another black belt
Hanging from the ceiling
You stare it's so hypnotic
The way I'm swaying back and forth like a grand father clock
Jim Hawkins in the sky
Searching for my riches
All I found was a garden full of snakes and snitches
You seen my six's
Think you figuring my digits
I'm playing propaganda games I stained your mind with the touch of my fingers