|| -scripture of a dead soul- ||
IP:
I cant help the pain that subsides deep within
So I release and drain my energy with a sin
For now hell is only a dream away
Another place for me to rot day after day
But I pray for a better day as I lay my head to rest
Strap off my vest cross my hands to my chest
Depressed emotions run deep through my veins
Cold metal chains wrap and trap my body squeezing out my remains
As time gets closer I train my brain to remain fluent with fear
So called obstructions are no more than a murmor that I stear clear
Following past mistakes to lead to my dismissal
Im tempted to explode like a missle
cutting through the air with only a wisstle
I escape but Im still caught between real and fake
You offer these pills so i take and awake
to find myself in a state of distress
traped in a nest with no less than the best
but i rest and test the limits of law
i go for a ride on the lyrical sea-saw
ive long fogoten what once was a dream
living large incharge and picture on every magaizne
riding plush in a white streched limozine
with more green than bill gates could have ever dreamed
but with a scream
all this changes rearanges and deranges the perspective
i leave you with this
one last wish
one last time to forever be missed
this is my last verse as the forgoten solider
no one bolder
noble yet cowardly flowing so smooth yet rough
strong but weak able to fight but not tough
enough of thy flaws no more living by laws
as the claws not jaws of life take me
away.
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