[Verse]
Running down the hallway
Crash into civilians
Knock 'em over like some bowling pins
f** I gotta get away
All day, flashbacks
Scenes I tried suppressing
Now I screw on my suppressor
My Beretta feeling pressure on the trigger
Then a flash-bang
Aiming at some sisters
Man, I gotta fire my weapon
But I cannot trust my senses
As I come back
I apologize for my discretion
But these demons really got me stressing
Then I hit them with a *pap pap*
Mother screamed, hit her with a *pap pap*
Crowd screams, scattered showers
Magazines, judgment hour
All of you are mere projections of my mind
Playing tricks, an evil misdirection
Misconception
Now I begin to feel a sharp pain
I ascertain that the feel is real
My right brain splattered on my shoulders
The illusions are gone, my suffering is over
Suffering is over