I'm the Lighting bolt that enters the capsule

Life is a knife that's dull

The blade's in the palm of hands

And the spasms are making it futile to control

Hide my skeletons in a ditch so nobody discovers it

When they do

They brush off the debris and keep it captive in the laboratories

Probing for results that weren't shown on the polygraphs

Nobody before me can cure me

Anyone after will influence me badly

The more time goes the more society is worsening

I'm a star thats glimmering but is chillin in the exosphere

Now people are in fear cuz I'm no longer here

With everything gone

The pictures I've drawn are finally placed on the wall

So people can admire it

My spirit subsists through these songs

So if you can't divulge the solution to the questions

Get my recordings and listen to them all

I'm the lighting bolt that enters the capsule

The galaxy is ambiguous compared to the world

The planets are in the palm of my hands and I'm letting go of them to pick up as many satellites as possible

People call me a battery because I have a positive and negative side but no matter how much I live will always die

I can't veil behind the curtains

The grey and white matter in my brain's a circus

There's no after life cuz there's no life after death

What's the point in making amends when the water was thicker then the blood but my allies were noxious?

I eat up enemies like the carcass of watermelon

The difference in our complexion is the measure of melanin

In other words I'll eat your skin

Does someone out there understand my point of view?

I'm the only bird

That hasn't flew

Rather than flying south

I fled off into the distance

A different dimension where I transformed from a pigeon into a griffin

Now my talons are grapplin any specimen that comes my direction

Somewhere along the lines of the mutation I lost all the love and affection I had for everyone that pleasured me

Affinity won't be infinity

I'm the lighting bolt that enters the capsule

Mad scientist replacing bibles with fixes that are natural

The beakers are in the palm of my hands and I can experiment with chemicals

I create concoctions that twist my corpus callosum

Auditory hallucinations goin to my ear drums

I need alternatives cuz when I write It's worthless

Ink on some paper

Voices from a microphone will make everything evaporate

Something's wrong with me

I tell myself it's the sanity from within

I sew my lips shut so furtive declarations don't come out

Weary of taking the same route

I'll take this psychopath that everyone's so enthralled about

I pout but not at the disappointments

It's the voices and my purpose

What if I gave up life for lent?

What would god give?

When this automobile skids past the railing plunging into the pavement with rock figurations, where will my safe heaven lie?

I've said goodbye numerous times but I'm still here with puppy dog eyes begging for a leash

Cuz without one I'm a bipolar beast that needs a keeper

The grim reaper and I are bestfriends

Death is knocking at my door step

I tell it to hold on and wait a minute

Cogitate on going through with it

I require to engage in these peril potencies rather than averting them

Anyways I load the clip

I ponder the life I'm going to live after this

Shoot the ammo inside my sewn up mouth and that's it!

(Ahhhhh! Huh huh huh huh)

(Alarm alarm)

Just another dream

Put the snooze back on just another

The war had no part in the battle

With this gun in the palm of my hands I have unlimited ammunition to...

Full battery, full battery, dead battery recharge