By arcassin b & Patty m
random rules
rebellion pools
cockroaches and pests
crawl through unrest
your leaving the stress
on my head but instead
the air in my chest
would save it at best
making nothing into something
with you flippant retort
anger is the fuel
that drives us apart
While I hide in the dark
From the anxiety
I see a side of me that never changes
but it's time to embark with a
gun in hand
think u the man
through a red haze
confusion blazes
Summon cemeteries
If you can
searching for a new
then your quite brave
fast and furious
the curious get
twisted insane
logic don't mesh
as you cut through flesh
a bomedy
bloods kind of comedy
look at what a pretty picture
all your blood made
quite fresh
swear you can not test
the horrors that await you
**in that ******* frequency**
stuck on stupid
feel powerless
step up or step down
stir the potion all around
where's the black magic
it's tragic life is too real
a spiel spouted by the rich
sick son of *****
one day the people will
eat the rich
and spark the light of a new dawn
when higher being comes in for the taking
silenced with a piece of steel
everyone is on the run
gotta get the job done
and seamlessly transcend
I'm drawn to all this power
aint' steppin down again.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
By arcassin b & Patty m
random rules
rebellion pools
cockroaches and pests
crawl through unrest
your leaving the stress
on my head but instead
the air in my chest
would save it at best
making nothing into something
with you flippant retort
anger is the fuel
that drives us apart
While I hide in the dark
From the anxiety
I see a side of me that never changes
but it's time to embark with a
gun in hand
think u the man
through a red haze
confusion blazes
Summon cemeteries
If you can
searching for a new
then your quite brave
fast and furious
the curious get
twisted insane
logic don't mesh
as you cut through flesh
a bomedy
bloods kind of comedy
look at what a pretty picture
all your blood made
quite fresh
swear you can not test
the horrors that await you
**in that ******* frequency**
stuck on stupid
feel powerless
step up or step down
stir the potion all around
where's the black magic
it's tragic life is too real
a spiel spouted by the rich
sick son of *****
one day the people will
eat the rich
and spark the light of a new dawn
when higher being comes in for the taking
silenced with a piece of steel
everyone is on the run
gotta get the job done
and seamlessly transcend
I'm drawn to all this power
aint' steppin down again.
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