HIGH ON FIRE Turk LIVE Middle East Cambridge, MA 10, 23, 2021

Stoner, Sludge, Doom I cannot grasp this black psychology My cage s walls are closing in on me The rage that surfaces is not my soul It s like a devil taking all control The violence lives in me and will not leave Like a magician with pain up his sleeve (chorus) The sigh of God is to unfold Memories untold For ever poem s a rhyme The joke is father time One delves in twisted sexuality Substance abuse and immortality A stark obsession no one else would know Questions unanswered, how far can this go The wall of torment, my blood s boiling Break this shell to do what s so obscene