born in a synapse of phrases
this idea ceases to amaze us
a repetition within this light
will only run out
if there's no one to fight
ignite this night because it is black
bring down the tower and take our city back
the only solution is whatever I lack
the talking bunny lists another on the stack
don't be late or you'll get chucked
this idea is firm still and you know you're ******
no will power can suppress
a contagion through verse
couldn't believe it would get any worse
this cradle game brought me to a hearse
what I believe is what I see
and I cant help but spew blasphemy
what I can tell is that our future doesn't hold well
the blood on my sheets
gives me no guilt
its just another piece
of this flower that's wilted
I gave it to you and now its deceased
you spread like wildfire, a ******* disease