CrowdDoll: Making this is such a journey, first time doing this and Ill prolly make more. I know when I first heard his voice I know this collab will turn out to be great and yes it did, even broke my expectations.

Lyrics:

To those who tread the path of death be masters of wealth. Suck the blood of the soil,

Don't stand beside God, I have my ear to the ground. For Devil's work. World is living Hell, you see with your own eyess. 

And if you get me now. Then the tears turn sour. In this strange dance, we trip and fall. A well of sorrow, too deep to shout, no rescue call, just shadowed doubt. Man's essence lies carvings of flesh. Shining lights are always brighter in darkness.

To those who tread the path of death. Suck the blood of the soil,

Don't stand beside God, I have my ear to the ground. For Devil's work. World is living Hell, can't see with your own eyes.

And if you get me now. Then the tears turn sour. In this world of costumes I have for you characters you play becomes too sweet.

If I ever had a chance to live, I never felt like I did. I was always a ghost, I was born dead.

If I had a choice it was taken from me, I'm nothing but a villain. But I ain't got no hero to fight. My blood turns so cold I can't move. All I can do is laugh, I ran out of here so long time ago.

In their minds they row, Nightmares find house. Leaving a mark as the exit slips. A grand masterpiece. How about things get better for you? I'm already so stuck in my own mind. So how about a trick or treat. Feeding your addiction until it gets so bad, that makes you realise you lived in heaven.

If I ever had a chance to live, I never felt like I did. I was always a ghost, I was born dead.

If I had a choice it was taken from me, I'm nothing but a villain.

To those who tread the path of death be masters of wealth. Suck the blood of the soil,

Don't stand beside God, I have my ear to the ground. For Devil's work. World is living Hell, you see with your own eyess. 

And if you get me now. Then the tears turn sour. In this strange dance, we trip and fall. A well of sorrow, too deep to shout, no rescue call, just shadowed doubt. Man's essence lies carvings of flesh. Shining lights are always brighter in darkness.

To those who tread the path of death. Suck the blood of the soil,

Don't stand beside God, I have my ear to the ground. For Devil's work. World is living Hell, can't see with your own eyes.

And if you get me now. Then the tears turn sour. In this world of costumes I have for you characters.

Brightest are lights that pierce The dark.

In this strange dance, we trip and fall. A well of sorrow, too deep to shout, no rescue call, just shadowed doubt. Man's essence lies carvings of flesh. Shining lights are always brighter in darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness.