Roar

Discourage the opportunity in search for a cure
You go to the doctor with a broken arm
He says "Don't move it"
Taught to fear the daylight
So you buried your head so far in your ass
Like an ostrich because the worst thing
Someone told you was to be yourself
Now place your neck in the noose
Standing on a block of ice
Waiting for it, to melt
Which bears a striking resemblance
Of a familiar acquaintance of tears without raincoats
But if you build a model
Does it make you a mechanic?
A marathon, run your lip
That's why I never shy to reply, I
Make music for emcee's to slit their throats by
Dimming from the spotlight
Into obscurity
Blending into the scenery
Running from no place to nowhere
On the road to mass acceptance
We follow the trail of events
And it's evident you've lost your relevance
Wake up and smell the carcass
Of a [?] new way
Clutching a razor blade but won't let go
Grinding their teeth, hoping that their gums turn gold
Say no to the sacrilegious
No score for you scrubs who scrimmage
Who suck to be successful with ironed on pimples and fake
Beating my quartz for toads
My fingerprint impression is sticky
Like candy on carpet
Or exploding tampons on bloody prom queens
Suggested and disgusted
Wash my hands, won't discuss it
But ex-communicate
The prowess you prevaricate
Truth decay from prisoners of yesterday
[?] ashes on aboard a sinking ship of a fake promise overrated
Exasperated on dry lungs
Now your past is a good look
I violate your valediction
And if I fell off
It'd be from rolling out of bed
Or waking from the chorus of grief you contrived in your rehearsed nightmare
As I wonder what goes on in the minds of these lights
I want to vomit
Repugnant
Entrapped by a frail sense of security
Achieved when a misguided tribute
Lost the plot [?] from the lost horror of it's own reflection
Motivation laid dead for nothing
It's use is looking for something or nothing
Wasted on blown kisses
Procrastination held back
More people than smoking crack
In the fate of mind, you can be the man
Feel like a cape in front of a fan
Made out of a towel
As you pretend to save yourself
Here to save you from yourselves
The ever encounting
And life's series of various failures
To stay young is to draw a blank sword
Wither on to the decrepit and decaying growth of inexperience
You dull the blade so I sharpen the edges
List of sculptures float upon the wave of a popular disease
Demise with the discharge with the applied velocity of breaking momentum
Placing the brick on the gas pedal
Charging downhill
On beat, move their feet like Flinstones
Comments are complicated like papercuts received by compliments
So high the nose bleeds
Either it's wonderful or worth nothing
Now they are no longer deceived
By the virtue of false intention
Consumed by greed
Painful as needles under the fingernails
And confronted with the same enthusiasm as pulling teeth
And the wounded bleed [?] of shredded heaven
That makes emcee's blind from the glitter
And most got into the music to get laid
So if this is eroticism for DJ's
Then let my vinyl lick your fingers