Virgin Steele - "Theme" from "The Marriage Of Heave lyrics

Intro: scarface

I sit alone in my four-cornered room

Staring at candles

Oh that shit is on? heh

Let me drop some shit like this here

Real smooth

Verse one: scarface

At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn

Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned

Four walls just staring at a nigga

I’m paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger

My mother’s always stressing I ain’t living right

But I ain’t going out without a fight

See, everytime my eyes close

I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose

It’s somebody watchin’ the ak’

But I don’t know who it is, so I’m watchin my back

I can see him when I’m deep in the covers

When I awake I don’t see the motherfucker

He owns a black hat like I own

A black suit and a cane like my own

Some might say take a chill, b

But fuck that shit, there’s a nigga trying to kill me

I’m pumping in the clip when the wind blows

Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window

Investigating the joint for traps

Checking my telephone for taps

I’m staring at the woman on the corner

It’s fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: willie d

I make big money, I drive big cars

Everybody know me, it’s like I’m a movie star

But late at night, somethin ain’t right

I feel I’m being tailed by the same sucker’s head lights

Is it that fool that I ran off the block

Or is it that nigga last week that I shot

Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars

Thought he had ’caine but it was gold medal flour

Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers

Ain’t no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker

But they’re laughing at pow pies and buried that quick

If it’s going down let’s get this shit over with

Here they come, just like I figured

I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger

What I saw’ll make your ass start giggling

Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens

I live by the sword

I take my boys everywhere I go

Because I’m paranoid

I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners

My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse three: scarface

Day by day it’s more impossible to cope

I feel like I’m the one that’s doing dope

Can’t keep a steady hand because I’m nervous

Every sunday morning I’m in service

Playing for forgiveness

And trying to find an exit out of the business

I know the lord is looking at me

But yet and still it’s hard for me to feel happy

I often drift while I drive

Havin fatal thoughts of suicide

Bang and get it over with

And then I’m worry-free, but that’s bullshit

I got a little boy to look after

And if I died then my child would be a bastard

I had a woman down with me

But to me it seemed like she was down to get me

She helped me out in this shit

But to me she was just another bitch

Now she’s back with her mother

Now I’m realizing that I love her

Now I’m feeling lonely

My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse four: bushwick bill

This year halloween fell on a weekend

Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating

Robbing little kids for bags

Till an old man got behind our ass

So we speeded up the pace

Took a look back and he was right before our face

We’d be in for a squab’ no doubt

So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth

He was going down, we figured

But this was no ordinary nigga

He stood about six or seven feet

Now, that’s the nigga I’d been seeing in my sleep

So we triple-teamed on him

Dropping them motherfuckin b’s on him

The more I swung the more blood flew

Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too

Then I felt just like a fiend

It wasn’t even close to halloween

It was dark as fuck on the streets

My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete

God damn, homie

My mind is playing tricks on me