You let your guard down

Second after second I can't live without it

If you strike shepherd all sheep will scatter

I know your kindom walls are built on sand

I've come to reap what you've sown

In the cemetary knowing where the wind

Ss blowing

Hope Is not a plan

Live learn and then Burn

If Death is the ultimate destination I am

Nothing but a traveller along the path

Slightly sidetracked but in hindsight apart from the hivemind now cluelessly wondering kees deep in shit still Recovering

Like the trunk they'll find my body in honestly rather be hiding than fighting but look at the mexican standoff we're standing in

Don't start a gunfight at the top floor, bitch

You're all 'bout to learn what really means"nothing"

What doensn't kill me should try a little fucking harder, ugh

I stare right through your oath, it's deadline