Hostage

Hostage
You take the sick mind for hostage
Hostage
I ran for shelter but I got here
Mind you
There is no time to see the sideview
Boring
I was a king but now I'm falling

Spiraling down towards the mouth
You're howling
They say it's alright to bury the mind
In a dark place
For what, comes what
For what, comes what
For what, comes what
For what, comes what