A Simple moment yes a ripple on time
Ample, omnipotent and I'm out of my mind
Symbol like a trojan horse I'm one of the kind
Thimble full of potion watch as I fly
Commotion causing kamikaze
Caustic cancer causing ******
Only hobbies piling bodies
In the lobby from the shotty
I dont care to be the villain
Long as stack them millions
To the ceiling I'm concield in
Hiding out in private villas
Everything I write is killer
Got a pen with venom filler
It eats a whole through all my paper
Exposes targets to the ether
Either way watch them decay
You cant play with razor blade
I was brought up raising cain
Take a rock and bash your brains

Forcin abortions contortin spinal cord of orphans ordering subordinates to coordinate on my coordinates to harvest the organs to sell on the black market and make a fortune

I woke up this morning
To the stagnant air
Oh how lifes unfair
When it's your mourning
The smell of the flesh
Rotten by sunlight
Found them at sunrise
Is this a test?
Do you understand
The smell of burning meat
Burning sands beneath my feet
I cant comprehend
Lead pellets with anger
Thrown with precision
We are all in danger
Life is a prison
Pull the trigger or die
No run and hide
Hide and go seek
With your life on the line

Please give me strength
Or at least peace

Sometimes I dream
Others it's just dark
The night sky it seems
A journey to embark
My mind wanders
Leave my mortal shell
In the heavens I must dwell
Undefinable splendors
Beautiful mosaics
Painted by the cosmos
The essence of life
From starlight we grow
My brethren watch the moon
Our tide has come in
We ride the solar wind
Our sails at full boom

We search for a new sunrise
Valhalla calls to me

I wonder why I lay in bed awake,
Demons running through my mind that I can never shake,
I wanna live my dreams but thoughts inside my head tell me that I cant succeed and I dont have what it takes

Fear grips my body as I convulse and shake,
I need to find some help before I fear it is to late,
the burden weighing on my shoulders is too much to carry,
could not even afford the coin to offer to the ferry.

death would bring me no peace, the shadows creeping over my shoulder, always watching me, praying on my mental disease, I beg and plead "would you just let me be?"

Apparently the real me is akwardly tight rope walking precariously, hilariously unable to cope with the heresy, I cant bear it see, the way I seem to be is embarrassing, feel like Jenny in that terrace scene, when she was high on morphine and contemplated jumping from the balcony, that **** vibes with me.