Smash the window resulting in bloody knees, fiends waiting for the itch to cease
The moments of day when I struggle to breath, delaying celebrations because I’m trying to prove to myself that I still even believe
And, I remember so clearly the days I slit my wrist, I remember so clearly all the risks I took to exist
To abort an idea and watch it wheeze, set fire to the world, hopes and bars
My mind is becoming an exhibition that transcends dimensions for tradition, just so I can have faster cars, sometimes I think there is a moon man and I’m living on mars
And no I’m not gonna shot for the stars again, fall from the sky and die breathing in air I used to rely in
There is a memory so stand still, Take a Minute prior to pulling the trigger because now I’ve got a view to a kill
I was promised good things that end, and I always knew they would
I tried to conquer this world, and even as I falter I know I still could
So many perfect shapes, how do I compete? Truth is what you perceive but depending on how much you believe will raise the limits on all that you receive.
I’m looking at the quiet sky again, and I’m looking at a close up of the past on New Year’s Eve, the silence holds aggression that builds belief, like blasphemy and grace creating a new me yeah
Day creeps and night tends, I’ve got the devil inside yet I ascend, and I blend animosity like it’s a trend, nutrition for a theory fueling hypocrisy, with hate so far the eye can’t see
And it’s the times of the night that remind, that if it wasn’t for the hate I couldn’t be me, the evil entit
Warmonger 