Daniel D'artiste - Cain lyrics

Living cautiously like similes not written in a song yet Denial of identity and living as the wrong s** Create our own problems Imprisoned in our concepts Seeking order, teaching laws, religion is the wrong step And mom's vexed At least the memories occur But independent living at just seventeen's absurd Have a relationship with God although I;ve never seen a verse But it's stuck on life-support, I'm thinking 'let him dream, he's cursed' Two tramps, bruised hands, fighting over food stamps And you complain about your life and wonder why you ain't a true man? Noose hangs, end-result just might release a new man There's a solution for the losers saying life is 'too bland' Now it's nine a.m but the eleventh minute sticks Terrorism's definite but heaven is a myth The devil is a rebel screaming 'step into the ditch' He keeps on pedalling and pedalling the pedals in the pit, and life and d**h are entwined And hope is just loud But tell me what will happen when the both are took down The purest of all muds still makes an ogre look wild Beneath the darkness and the hatred's just an overlooked child And we're seeking a release to that army of feelings That's why rebellion is partly appealing Take off the j**els, take off the shoes, take off the cardigan even Come let's recreate the Garden of Eden Can't anyone else see the noose on your necks? That lil old ring, that trill gold bling Add gold, add diamond to the front of the name, but they're still called chains I met the devil last night He said maybe I don't wanna be the bad guy... I met the devil last night.. I..I met the devil He said maybe I don't want to be the bad guy.. I met the devil last night I met the.. And happiness is - Wait! Leave him alone! Black guy hitting on a white and he's beat to the bone Life fleeing from his eyes as his blood begins to drain I just watch as he stamps away the colour in his face I return to my thoughts, I'm thinking 'Why, Jesus?' Then time freezes, body motionless, my eyes leave it Now I'm hovering Think they call it omniscience My eyes cover him, discovering, something f**ing bothering I'm in this dreamlike state But what I see is clear Expecting hatred in his eyes but all I see is fear Then he spoke to me His voice like poetry Questionable actions but his words were like the glowing sea I asked him why he's doing what he's doing He replies 'I'm just conforming to my essence' Didn't understand So i was nauseous for a second But then I realised that maybe there was more to his confession Maybe favourable identity is more than just a blessing What you sposed to do when darkness says you're born to be a menace Then time continues again And his frown is now a grin His eyes turn to me And I am now about to sprint.. I met the devil last night.. (it may be bad to be infamous, it's worse to be unknown Would you rather be hunted or eternally alone?