Tonight I write my goodbyes, silent side, life flies me high in spite, Leviathan's spine hides signs of a fight as my mind tries to redefine the lines that I write, lies smite the cries of pride and leave only hatred in sight
My pa**ion lies deep, in a coffin sealed by the screams of my soul
Leaving a hole, deceiving, not letting me sleep in the snow
Reaching for own, but stopped, when the world brought leaches to show
Pieces of peace release beasts that weaken us though, we can barely hold information about organisms that surround us in this globe
Plow through the sound in the zone
Clown living loud and so low
Poke holes in the ozone with clothes on, tell me how it's gotta go
I'm proud to show the scars of when I was so
Young and dumb and scared to admit that I would blow
Up, when the souls touch, lo and behold the flow is a cold crutch
No one could before ever really see me smiling bro
Come closer to toast to years I've had before
Now for the years that I will spend like a cameo
Sadly though, I must carry on, the damage born out of misery only declares the war
I will always be preparing for nevermore
I blast doors to my mind, come and see the skylight
Escape to freedom is relative to the narrative of my life inside of which I write right rhymes
I'll try to revive you with every shock I blast
Noxious gas fast decimates the solution for a right gasp
The night mask the darkness brings is out of my grasp
Pshighco typecast, I smash and grind your highness with a pint gla**
Might I ask: why do solutions come before the answers given and the answers taken away
As far as my life goes, I know I'm gonna break it today
So it's pretty dangerous to stay
I'm pretty anxious to play the backwards game of relaxing when you're too scared to lay down on the ground, as sounds i compound drive you to go round
Your town back to yesterday
The mess I made is too great even for a mess like me
Casualties I made will be clear when they get to me
Leaving me wondering what would the penance be
Sad to see, mentally, Maybe leprosy would be the best for me
Until then, I'll make my own chemistry
Mixing despair and agony, my own receipt
Not a welcoming body , sometimes fully stealth on me
But the wicks I set ablaze keep me in a state of beckoning my eternal self from resonating sleep, whispers echoing the terror ring, finally forgetting dreams.