first and foremost
opportunity knocked, before I got to answer it I heard the door close
important you address who you are
I was meant to embark on a voyage that'll end when it starts
harbinger of darkness among the wicked
I am dead, I don't have any blood to give it
my entire life feeling like I'm stuck in prison
making music like I suffer from a drug addiction
sitting yet again in the dark
dwelling on the past and the way that I was left with the scars
embedded in my chest is a heart
that's as dense as a star and transforms my stress into art
my artistry is fueled by a rage and hunger
reminiscent of marauders when they rape and plunder
I am lightning in the rain and thunder
I can make a day in Winter feel like the hottest day of Summer
Verse 2:
life's a bitch, attempt to analyze my gift
and come to realize I've already died within
it always eventually arrives to this
I'm the exemplification of getting Christ to sin
release my anger.. writing on a page
I'll advance my skill 'til I'm the nicest in the game
thinking of all the sacrifices I have made
it's a positive ultimately driving me insane
listen to the songs, decipher what I said
I make music so you can admire what is left
I wish I could eventually retire as the best
but it most likely won't happen prior to my death
I'm patient like a sniper in his nest
until I lose control, it's like having a tiger as a pet
tired of the stress and the fire in my chest
I'm not human, you can see the wires in my neck