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Nearly nine months ago
in a dark room.
I broke into an egg out of a dragons womb.
As a tattered heart fell to shreds,
I dreaded you.
Now I'm opening the edge unfurling fetters slashing feathers with the buffet of these leather wings.
Too many codes construe the royalty of the weathered kings.
The clouds engulf us like the circles of a wedding ring.
Step upon the envious and petty green.
You know what I mean, we walk on shells through everything.
Unfortunately everything is on my brain,
isolation of the matter through the window pain.
Borrowed metaphors for metaphysical gain,
channel this before you start to surfing, skipping through the static I'm dynamic turfing.
If you're feeling bored just board up the church thing,
candles lit and I'm unearthing.
Best that you rest easy now.
Know that I constant linger in the crowd.
Audiences never let me down,
Good and evil tiers with hidden clowns.
I reside inside a capsule in the ground.
Search imagination dragons can be found,
truth is that chains around their necks will lead directly around
through a circle slowly wound.
Domesticate the nuisance grow it to refuse it,
blow the fuse until we never knew it.
I'm feeling stupid 'cause I know it's useless.
And I'm breathless ruthless retract the blueprints of a darkness roofless.
Peel the top off,
never drop up.
Rock too hard,
never soft watch the bars break off.
Break this saw, chain link dawn, mourning through the healing of this greatness song.
Hear me roar,
hear me scream.
Watch me Crush this ball.
These puppets dancing to the music as I write this wrong.
Is it crazy how I love it that the night's all gone.
No where left to hide.
I'm brightening the corners of the map with a lightening rod.
God,
No response?
Just nod.
You know my black soul is massing,
Ahh Lord,
Whitening strips could never mask me,
I'm seeping out of His Word.
Michael Lucifer,
sins my herd.
Usher out,
or I might just burn.
Get too close,
and you all might turn.
Or you might just learn,
That stripes should never be spurned.
Epaulet, mine fuller than the life you yearn.
Condescending through urns,
50 shades of gray ashes I would gladly rule over
before letting your preconceived notions of acceptable terms
encompass all I am and pen down with no horns.
On the back of my past I fly around,
right through your scorn.
You can keep baring fruits while I pluck these thorns.
No crown could contain the totality of the nothing I've earned.
in a dark room.
I broke into an egg out of a dragons womb.
As a tattered heart fell to shreds,
I dreaded you.
Now I'm opening the edge unfurling fetters slashing feathers with the buffet of these leather wings.
Too many codes construe the royalty of the weathered kings.
The clouds engulf us like the circles of a wedding ring.
Step upon the envious and petty green.
You know what I mean, we walk on shells through everything.
Unfortunately everything is on my brain,
isolation of the matter through the window pain.
Borrowed metaphors for metaphysical gain,
channel this before you start to surfing, skipping through the static I'm dynamic turfing.
If you're feeling bored just board up the church thing,
candles lit and I'm unearthing.
Best that you rest easy now.
Know that I constant linger in the crowd.
Audiences never let me down,
Good and evil tiers with hidden clowns.
I reside inside a capsule in the ground.
Search imagination dragons can be found,
truth is that chains around their necks will lead directly around
through a circle slowly wound.
Domesticate the nuisance grow it to refuse it,
blow the fuse until we never knew it.
I'm feeling stupid 'cause I know it's useless.
And I'm breathless ruthless retract the blueprints of a darkness roofless.
Peel the top off,
never drop up.
Rock too hard,
never soft watch the bars break off.
Break this saw, chain link dawn, mourning through the healing of this greatness song.
Hear me roar,
hear me scream.
Watch me Crush this ball.
These puppets dancing to the music as I write this wrong.
Is it crazy how I love it that the night's all gone.
No where left to hide.
I'm brightening the corners of the map with a lightening rod.
God,
No response?
Just nod.
You know my black soul is massing,
Ahh Lord,
Whitening strips could never mask me,
I'm seeping out of His Word.
Michael Lucifer,
sins my herd.
Usher out,
or I might just burn.
Get too close,
and you all might turn.
Or you might just learn,
That stripes should never be spurned.
Epaulet, mine fuller than the life you yearn.
Condescending through urns,
50 shades of gray ashes I would gladly rule over
before letting your preconceived notions of acceptable terms
encompass all I am and pen down with no horns.
On the back of my past I fly around,
right through your scorn.
You can keep baring fruits while I pluck these thorns.
No crown could contain the totality of the nothing I've earned.