He's here

Losing my grip 

chasing my mind 

a raisin is all I could find

no patience I'm wasting time 

as long as my heart is racing fine 

this raisin is fine

don't need no brain just the beat of my heart

I feed in the dark 

as u grieve in the park 

run because I'm in need of a spark 

you're the seed of my art

I will never let you leave the part 

you're my goal a shattered soul

it will be years before you know what the devil stole.