Came from the womb

Angel or ghoul

Pray to satan or the man who they still claim is the truth?

Dangerous food

Tides change

As the grain in the sand

Plays with the moon

Anger is swooned

By views from your eyes that coincide with paintwork illustrating your brains noose

Minds race

The pain is so bad

You pray it's your last day

To the grave with you

Just go home

Your tombstone states "here lies the liar who always lied, but really gave them the proof

Just nobody listened till his obituary

Was drafted, then plastered in the newspapers for them to carry

And reciprocate their initial views

First he was the CRIMINAL

Which they degraded, switch bladed his face and switched anxious for anguish, scripts penciled his language

Delegated a sinful sentence

To...

Sway his individual muse

BUT NOW

Since he's pushing up daisies

They've took his name, squeezed

Every last economical, opportunist

A modern day martyr for the music

Cause he exchanges the message to stock the pockets of useless crooks in

This monopolized

Improper, popularity contest

Who don't NOT

Give a fuck about YOU or what YOU You are DOIN

The conclusion is in history the

Movement of "crazies"

Imagery of the oldest souls forced to grow no remorse just croak, thrown in the morgue

After two fiths close to being erased

Peace

Pac complex