False Promises

By VaultsOfExtoth

On Era Two

Released on August 17, 2014

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Welcome back the lord of false promises

My body craving sleep as my spirit cries out for dominance

A slap to the face to re-engage brain function

Battle the lethargy, Litanies of heresy penned without too much presumption

Delaying my own album release because of endless tweaking

My rhymes all sound disjointed like the knees of Declan Quinn, creaking

Beats from Jared and JSarge slaying my work with their precision

Trying to up my game before shame starts the indecision

Feeling more like Lorgar than Vaults as the sand drains out

Need to focus, but I watch all turn to dust as I try to stay devout

To my cause, advancing the so called rap game

Staring in the mirror, see my eyes look like they're bloodstained

Start to train myself to resist the urge to scream about murdering all

That shit's not real, I can feel the call, I stall as I throw the reverse on zeal

Conceal the unchanneled flickering, try to focus and face the quickening

Take the experience of my betters and ingrain it to my psyche as the clouds start thickening

Unfocussed will

Judge my half-efforts as shit until

I kick it up a notch, kick you in the grill

Wake up as I stand over you with a hand drill

Spit hellfire to prove I can do this

Rise above standard and watch as you diss

You call out my name, but here's a new twist

All I do is summon my lines through abyss

Watch the world turn to a heretic's dance we programmed from a future grave

Music now suffering entropy as the masses now become enslaved

Drones listen to a repeating drum kick

Brains erased like senator shockwave

I support underground to hear oddities of sound that my soul has always craved

I'm back and not gonna stay quiet anymore

Aspiring to hit the point where my bars will knock "the world's greatest" to the floor

Time to fight back against the lazy writing, womanising, idiot idols

Clamouring for their titles as they think that we are rivals

I look at them in scorn as I release my soul through this medium

Fuck making money, take my tracks for free, you seem to need them

This is a promise to myself to ensure I keep a razorblade flow

The VaultsOfExtoth are calling me again

Welcome back to my show