Lyrics
Now I don’t know if this is something to be concerned of, but I’ve got these
ideas of murder
I keep hearing these voices in my head and I keep checking for monsters under
my bed
Cause they said, they said I was pure
They said I was cured. But unsure
If I would use this gift or abuse it
So I decided to bury the evidence
When I awoke it was evident, this was a message, yes but this was not heaven
sent
And I spent my days and my dreams and I’ve spent my nights awake figuring out
what it means
When I awoke things weren’t the same, I hear something dark its calling my name
St.James, St. James, St. James St. James