Thrusted from the womb…a ruined spire while entombed…an infant baby high off fumes…

These broken mama's is full of stains…a heavy hand bestowed the pain…

And hell is real because it came…same old day just like repeat…and at the post you have a seat…

Would you have guessed…you spent your money…you sought emission to the end…

The end of the world…and so the script unfurls by the willingness…of your hand…

Can barely stand…amid the chaos…your getting drunk of dissonance…it's like the tempest…

Came to kiss it all goodbye…woe you're getting hyper…hell your manic for the ride…

You chose the affliction of this life…what's it all meant to be…a holy tainted…goin off the rails…

Transgression as a tale…your growin old…and bolder…ever year…mentality…

Do you remember it all…was it temperate or wild…feral like a lion…are you restless in yoh house…

You always up upon the clouds…oh where the birds go…and in the daze yeah with the weeds…

You felt the time slow…comin round the bend…remember sentiment…woe that…

That battered child fueled your breath…are you a seer…can your steer…

For what is left…and what you guess…don't second guess…

There's so many directions for my will to choose...from tattered shoes…the ocean blue…

But over soon…into the arms of the biggest G…they say there's rest…

Yeah, can you take it where you want…elevate beyond the throes…ruthless blade you're on your toes…

Who could've known…if a mother's mistake…would serve a need…

At first a victim of the time…and the signs…within it all…speaking keen to tear these walls…down…

Always concentric through the rounds…and in the slum descending down…

Unto substance of my passion…oh my passion drives…while on the roadways…while on the roadways…

The suffering of one…so many mistakes…the family bleeds…the autumn time and falling leaves…

Aching bones…no time to leave…oblivion…another way…and so you gambled…

You tossed the dice…you paid a price…and what you earned…

But first the hands had folded…no future is promised…while in the cold…I think you know…

Scripture foretold…the wilderness before the wake…and what you earn is what you take…

With you as your experience to the other side…I think you died…while in the mud…

I think God baptized you with the dirt…and so it hurt…acclimated to these struggles…

Do the laurels come from lows…before…the highs…divided as a splinter…a tyrant soul…

Yet a saint…your painting…woe a picture…at first yeah withered down…

Until you rose unto a more conscious kind of being…you found so many changes…change of scene…

And what is faith if you can lean…upon…woe anything…there's no hope if you can't be in your power…

And stand tall…after it all…the blossoms sprang…but first enslaved as a faulted tired thing…

Theres so many fallen angels…they must re-know their highest truth and spread there badder wings…

Oh, king of kings…I need some grace despite this whirl…this tainted world the devil keeps…

Within his hand…I went mad within it all…a broken mind had gone insane…a faster lane…

But humbled in the lengths…of so many miles…innocence had fled a child…oh a history…

It fused the chamber…within me…and so I'll leave it…till I need some sustenance…

To bring some words to light…

At first a victim of the time…and the signs…within it all…speaking keen to tear these walls down…

Always concentric through the rounds…in this slum descending down…

Unto the substance of my passion…oh my passion drive…while on the roadways…while on the roadways…

No quarter break…no time to wait…for the violence of the storm to settle down…

So, count it down…yeah down from ten…lift it off…fight or flight again…

Refuse to cower…no you won't run away…you see goliath…but its only child's play…

So unexpected…you caught you foe…while blind…mind over…mind over a mind…

And if it seems to be against you…become so hard from a starker pole…lets rock n roll…

Its tuck N roll…just move your feet and the gears…will switch… it's the major leagues…

A faster pitch…is tossin curves…no time…to stall…yoru boiling blood…like it's a prison…

Brawl…going through the motions…bending bars until relieved…

How could they know what you have seen…nightmares unto your dreams…

And only loyalty is privy for what you choose to tell…you found the trough…

Woe as a vaster well…and every good and bad…there is a fuse to everything…

You built your heart so ironclad…the peddle down you no you want it bad…

And you drive…for infinity despite…the dusk has set…how much left…

Until you reckon with the scope…of every victory and every wrong…

And all along through the span of all you seen…a taper held…its not as it all seems…

Terrible one…but if he has a bath…he'll be humbled through it all…

Despite being casted out…can you believe…something more…can you believe…

At first a victim of the time…and the signs…within it all…speaking keen to tear these walls…down…

Always concentric through the rounds…in this slum descending down…

Unto the substance of my passion…while on the roadw