Byproduct of Apocalypse
Friend of the catastrophe
The thing that's getting over is my lease
But the scars aren't fading from the time named leash
I don't know whether my mind's in a breeze
Or it's about to cease
Folded to the thousand layer
But now all there's left is crease
Talking was never an option so I grabbed onto my keyboard keys
If there's a note playing it's the most lowest key
The most silent one
The pressure on me is now over a million ton
And its held up again point-blank of a gun
I wish I could gather it and force it to run
But the soul's been scorched by the brightest sun
I'm friend's with thousands
But none are mine
Maybe the one messing up with me is time
And feeling is my crime
There's a diffrent tone of these lines
And now stillness and silence to me are pretty fine.
Held my head with my own hands down
In the river, I drown
These words might act like truth making you frown
I'm the joker & I'm the clown
Held sky high by this barbed wire crown
(shhh it's not held sky high, its hung sky high...)
This my legacy this is my town
I stand at the lowest
None can push me down.
Gauged eyes
Slitted wrist
Crushed fingers
Broken legs
Dead mind
All of this together isn't even a bit
Of a catastrophic soul
To be at this point
It's a real heavy toll
Dancing dead for the end at the dema's pole
Hope this goes straight over your hear otherwise it's a close call
And now my art become a mall
With time and thinking as the price
With the product of your choice
From rock'n'roll to Annabelle the doll
All from black to brown
In the river, I drown
These words might act like truth making you frown
I'M THE JOKER I'M THE CLOWN.