DeathBeforeDarkside

Bastard son of an anarchistic so and so
With vines and branches reaching to turn your whole life belly-up

You’ve got a bad habit or a bad attitude
I haven’t decided on your present: Do you prefer Vices or Virtues?

(She’s malicious toward her victims)
Pull their hearts out by the strings and play a minor key Bloody-Mary melody

(He’s ambivalence towards progress)
Revert to the inertia rules that hold you still until your doom

Break Bricks and Move
Pattern Pattern Pattern
Mountain Carver
Mountain Mover
Mountains in your pastures

Push and Pull until you spill your heart as much as you can spill
Revel in your choice to accept the alternate ending

Death Mountain awaits with a maze to test your patience
Empowered with your nationalist actions
The passages are opened and your future has awakened

You have the potential to be one with your creators, so instead you stay inside
Never to learn of all unknown unless discussed with the cloud of unknowing
Not no, know, yknow? (Yeah yeah yeah I know, I know)

Bring me that horizon!
Drag it on your back, through the snow, uphill both ways
I wanna feel the rays of the sun on the dark of my skin and let the breeze in

I’ve lied to those most honest and humble with me since my birth
I thought it was a defect but it never seemed to hurt so I embraced my inner demons and signed the treaties to keep my land safe

I’ve never felt so alone in a room of all my pupils
I’m a sinner in the name of holy men
I’m the faltering step over bottomless pits that make you weary of your prowess
I’m the nerves that shatter into emotion when you feel you’ve been rejected

But I’m alive and I’ll be my own employer and promote myself to manager

These walls have eyes and they see through your intentions
These floors whisper all your deepest darkest secrets
Your home is not your home
(Redrum makes the red run)
Before you’re dead
(Run.)

Divinity is the brand of make-up God wears when she’s fucking street-strangers for bus tokens
And you said you wanted to meet your maker
She makes alot of things happen if you can make alot of things happen

Bring me all your 4 am, half-asleep quandaries
I’ll bury alive those gratefully dead in clarity
You’ve got a rubber spine that over-feeds my Jellyfish with jealousy

Chives is a fucking wanker
Basil is a regular gentleman
Their parents claim both boys are identical, so one of them is spitting shit
Or maybe both of them are just on some shit

Formal Envy
Entertain the bigger boss with your tendency to be individual
You’re really just a goldfish in an acid rain-filled swimming pool
They get your waking life for minimum wage and included are all of your hopes and dreams for fucking free

Half of my actions have no consequence
Half of my actions tear apart your social construct in exchange for 40 bucks and a little bag of greener grass than I’ve ever seen in my entire life