The devil awaits to close the gates of a firey hell/
Burning blasts of rhymes from here in a cell/
Placing my pen to the papyrus/
Writing of thoughts viewed by my iris/
In these times of close casket calls/
THe only thing that surrounds me is these four walls/
Into the depths of death I await/
Unleash a mental mind state as unseen by fate/
Twist my words to form sentences/
Into which guide much repentences from the masses/
Seeing from afar with broken glasses/
In all the structures that man has constructed/
This sinister synapse of thought combusted/
Collapsing clanking steel gate/
Releapsing shaking to feed hate/
My mind has gone blank/
walk the plank to which Iam all Screwed up/
Clasp the cup which allows for minimal sips of life/
Of sickness and strife the pain of cell mutation/
Visitation goes on for few/
But the beast cosumes most who see through to truth/
If this is proof of my existence then let it cease to be/
Its just another day in the system for me.
ARKHETYPE
S4
Burning blasts of rhymes from here in a cell/
Placing my pen to the papyrus/
Writing of thoughts viewed by my iris/
In these times of close casket calls/
THe only thing that surrounds me is these four walls/
Into the depths of death I await/
Unleash a mental mind state as unseen by fate/
Twist my words to form sentences/
Into which guide much repentences from the masses/
Seeing from afar with broken glasses/
In all the structures that man has constructed/
This sinister synapse of thought combusted/
Collapsing clanking steel gate/
Releapsing shaking to feed hate/
My mind has gone blank/
walk the plank to which Iam all Screwed up/
Clasp the cup which allows for minimal sips of life/
Of sickness and strife the pain of cell mutation/
Visitation goes on for few/
But the beast cosumes most who see through to truth/
If this is proof of my existence then let it cease to be/
Its just another day in the system for me.
ARKHETYPE
S4