I want to bend the syllables, but I’m not sure if you know that I’d do anything to change your vocabulary
To put me in your alphabet, but the grammar is killing my sense of creativity
I’ll turn the words I’ve find around
Twisting the sounds, as I worship all the love I’ve found so that it equals all the pain that I’ve felt
All the bad seeds I’ve been dealt
Met by the darkness of the town that matches my deteriorating health
Epitome of pain to which I’m bound, the missing clause the helps me see the noise
You thought you had me fooled, but you were thinking of the wrong boy
I’m the poet of missing relevance, the pendulum swinging under a lack of intelligence
The rhymes of the celibate, dragged over to paradise
A place where you scream until the color runs out
It would be the death of my ambition if you repeated that line
Everything that used to be mine, has become a persistent time slot
I sleep during the day and view the night, love me once but now you love me not
My words are kind, but the definition is laced with disgust and hope that I chose to intertwine
With the words I used when we fought
when the music was heavy and the wind was clear, but now I embrace the debris
Because it’s the perfect metaphor for what you mean to me
Seeping through the juvenile beat
Blood slowly drops down to my feet, but I’m working to not add insult to my injury
But I went beyond once I reached infinity
The sun was the goal until I harnessed life and destroyed your soul
But now I realized we might share a common goal
My emotions are against me but I’m not allowed to impeach
The negative thoughts that drain me like a leech
The roads are endless, its desire that holds a limit
Your silence isn’t genuine, it’s a gimmick
The feeling when your future is on rain check, and you taste the bitter spices of being forgotten, is one that I have never felt
For when I am finished, the entire ideology behind self-preservation will be diminished
I whipped the chain of command with the belt
I watched as a frozen tundra began to melt in hell
When the vocals went from dirty to clean, when the tone went from violent to serene
The definition begins to lose what it means
To stay asleep and sing past the ones that has told you of myths and heroes
Tears that drop down because you are confused what’s yours and what’s mine
You are a tool fit for design, thrust into the mainstream
There are insolate leaders and makeshift teams
But to scream with such heart makes me keen to understand the steady pain in your heart
As your drop into downfall and you hear the past make it’s fucked up shriek
And you are confused as to what you seek
The view is nice until you fall off the peek
I don’t want to die, it’s the opposite of immortality that I hide in my cheek