Holy Smokes!

Apparently my subconscious built this city

Lifted skyscrapers to the heavens and stump for his sitting
Intermission interrupted progress on the projects and bandits ravaged the history

When God can’t cook your prayers since prior attempts left his fingers blistering
I take it upon my overflowing rucksack full of other people’s burdens
And bury mine an extra 6 feet under while my blood sweat and tears provide a pllow and a comforter for all my lacking in public influence

Burned one side
Over cooked
Turn em

Holy Smokes! God dammit I’m provoked
Interpret the skies as somewhere between “What she read” and “What she wrote”
Your enemy sits atop the most intricate float and laughs when you cross paths

Deeply honest
In the seams of those dusty books you’ll find knowledge of a world you’ve never seen
Looks exactly the same, but nothing is as it seems

As I tumble through the valley of life
Forever forced to brandish blades with words and silent eyes
Speak kind
Savor the taste
Never the wine
Always the aid

Imprisoned for the rest of your life to keep the ones you love safe

No burden you carry is ever worth that weight
Attention to detail
Allow time for the winds to change
And remember that when they speak of you it’s only in praise for doing the right thing

Pardon my aching stomach
I’ve been grinding anxiety attacks in a blender for days
Dragging the body bags out past sunset and dumping them in the oceans
Exposing the embodiment of depression alongside brains and toes and gross guts

Gather all your warriors by the Kingdom’s portcullis
We either kill this foe together or be forced to save and reset

It’s some peace of mind, I seek
It’s some peace of mind, I seek

We either rise or die together
Your choices are laid upon the table
What’s it gonna be?

It’s some peace of mind, I seek
It’s some peace of mind, I seek

All for one means none for all
All for none means none for me

I kick it with my homies at the edge of the end of the world
Undecided as to whether or not I had any honesty untold
It’s safe to say I’ve found a way to get my story straight
When Titanic sinketh it’ll drown my secrets
And I’ll pass on happy I got to see the breaking of the mold

Cut no corners
Slit no throats
You either set sail proper or we commandeer the boat
I toke till you choke
You sink, while I float
Melting brains with what I wrote
Dump your body in the moat

Steal your princess
Cop your flag
Your karma must be bad
Who’s fucking fault is that?