ICP - Echo Side

Mellowside mellowside, when without my echoside
Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that seldom seen
A place that even the wickedest souls that burn have never been
There was a soul named Damien, he was nothin heaven would save
Instead he was cast to the flames of hell to serve an eternal grave
Even in the After life things don't always go as planned
Satan's realm see's through, it's hectic and over jammed
Damien earned his spot in hell right until his dying day
So the wagons took his sorry soul and taunted him all the way
They finally reached that resting place, an endless pit of fire
But Damien had escaped through the back door of Satan's lair
Out the back entrance of hell with no were else to hide
Because hell is just a tomb resting in the Echoside
Mellowside mellowside, when without my echoside
In the Background: Running from the shadows on the other side of time
If there is a hell then there must be a behind
Take me to the yellow land or bury me in black
Take me from the otherside and never bring me back
Damien ran as far as he could before his legs began decaying
There were many dead trees, a blood red sky and headless children playing
A wicked man with a long black tongue saw Damien's legs were dead
So he layed on top of Damien and then licked the back of his neck and said
Backwards: Fuck the Devil Fuck That Shit
We Believe in life legit
In the background: Save me from the darkest corner
Backwards: If you diggin what we say
Why you throw your soul away?
In the background: Save me from the darkest corner
Mellowside mellowside, when without my Echoside
In the background: Running from the shadows on the other side of time
If there is a hell then there must be a behind
Take me to the yellow land or bury me in black
Take me from the otherside and never bring me back
Backwards: Fuck The Devil Fuck That Shit
We Believe in life legit
In the background: Save me from the darkest corner
Backwards: If you diggin what we say
Why you throw your soul away?
In the background: Save me from the darkest corner
Damien crawled for many hours in puddles of blood he lay
Tortured by everything he saw yet wishin along the way
His arms decayed and fell off his body as he rolled along the floor
Still trying not too look back, as if something else were in store
The clouds above were dark and hot yet dripping with blood rain
The ground infested with rodents, that crawled throughout his veins
As Damien layed in Echoside, hells screames could still be heard
Blood red sky would flicker with the torturing that occured
Thinking that he had escaped every scream he heard he laughed
The headless children pointing and urinating in his wrath
He finally saw some fortress gates so he quickly rolled into it
These red gates were the front doors of hell, he never knew it, hee hee
Mellowside mellowside, when without my echoside
In the Background: Running from the shadows on the other side of time
If there is a hell then there must be a behind
Take me to the yellow land or bury me in black
Take me from the otherside and never bring me back