Paralyzed by dissonance
Illusions so vicious exists in continuous resonance
Numb enthusiasm reflecting vain optimism
Murdering all form of reasoning
His mind a theatre
A personal vendetta
A gladiator at heart
Terrorist by art
Imprisoned by self will
This is a fight he must not win
A salvation inspired in brutal conquest
His soul he lost
To a woman he lust
His heart afrost
Covered in dust it cost his life, a rust
All men on a quest
By request, desire they thirst
Drowning in an ocean of passion and lust
Kings return as guests soaked in dirt
Comforted only at night in paradise
Where all men dine, foolish and wise
Located in babatunde street 4th Avenue
With a bottle of ***** or two
Many men come running through
To say a prayer for the player
Imprisoned by self will
In paradise lust she will always win