His Way Out

His venom spreading rapidly through my veins
repeating my steps over and over through each of his games

My friend screams out from the depths of my pocket
once I get him out and cut myself I feel alive again but yet I can stop it

I cut deeper to get out his poison that he vomited
he's taking over me but yet my soul is not submitted

His presents is deep inside me and it'll probably never leave
I officially now become one of which he has deceive

His fingers griped tightly around my heart
I'm the one he has put on his soulless chart

My friend calls me again when he tells him to call me
So I get him out and make another gash as I receive his plea