Battle of the Night

These nights and i can’t exist together

The world is big but not big enough for this conflict

Guns drawn, knives sharpened for the battle of the night A fight for everyone to watch

Peeled skin, nasty sins and darkness in the denizens Preachers words slide out the kids ears again, outstretched like the sense to my opinions
Going to win again, no i doubt it

London hides my starry night, my fight will end in the delight
Every time i look into nights eyes i see more inconsistencies We watch each other closely, brothers separated at birth
We have to prove our relation first, but we all knew that night was my dear brother

He was the bastard child

But i was the prodigal son and the attention shifted like i was the diabolical one

Let’s have some fun, i’ll kill as many of your agents as i can, and i won’t run

The battle of the twilight, blood and loud drums

Meat and stunned faces, the thought of not having a sun becomes a reality
I blast through the Earth messing limbs In the air that night
Smashed like a bug, wishing i could go back to one of my mother’s hugs
All the drugs and snug opportunities all of sudden seem so severe

I have one finger left that pulls me up the mountain

Night has past and sun has arouse
I can’t breath, i can’t see but i can feel

The ravaged lived by night and the kings oversaw the day

I was neither, just a piece of bright violence splattered on the learning board of a generation
I wanted to call myself a hero, but first i had to start with a person


Words Can Be Amplified

We expected some kind of night today, rats in the alley won’t integrate

Pleasure of the night locked away, worship an epoch ignore reality

Wont serenade

Watching the night catch fire with a pair of new shades

It’s the bombs of the past that make us pontificate

Its corporate skylines and sealed doors that keep us in place

Ticking time bomb, time to start the race


I’ll tell you about rats in the alley to calculate

Placebo is the isle as sunset waits, for the world to adjust to oversized cities

Actions speak loud, but words can be amplified

I fell into the mud but at least I tired, the moon is revealing the time and I can’t breath

There are a thousand great things coming this way, but society really messed up today


Blasphemy is painted on the pictures of life, integrity is being held down by a knife

Rats in the alley won’t leave and they’re desperate

Holding onto the problem like a surrogate, process the information and we won’t chase it down

They can’t control what we say, as they turn into protesting vibrant sounds

Burning towns, wishing that the echo wasn’t around

Howling trees, a gust of wind whispering to me

The racing rats march as they flee

The highway is full and they stare like enemies

The walls are building with a propensity

They are imposters, this isn’t the world’s entity

The rats are running with divinity


The beaches are covered with regret and lost hope

Delve deep into the bright city to find treasure and elegant lights

Breakdown to cope, but the skyscrapers suggest rebuilding

The buildings prove there is no god, so we just go on believing in luck

This is a bleak existence as the city approaches a black hole

They made the gun, but we made the goal

We’d do anything to see the sun