Quixotic Stygian

[Verse 1] How should I begin this, no words to say Bloody massacre be here anybody to slay Pay, for everything that you did wrong Sins be breathing loud inside a song Cash rolling with a big fat casino dice Chances are that your chances are gonna bite Scarecrow by the hay, ravens in the way Malevolent reapers turning people into weepers Gasoline over humanity, power of greed Bad fruit from the tree be planting more seeds Agonizing pain turning kids into monsters The haze makes me nauseous, evil fodder Gulping at the creaking floor and woods Betrayal of a friend I know they never would Dragon scales on the ground, pitiful creature See it wide in their eyes everyone is so eager [Verse 2] Mystical forest, broken glass from a church Capturing dark details, black and gold merch Teeth be broken and rotten down to the core Slap me in the face again like gore is a chore Soldiers pointing up their guns towards the moon Owls be smiling and screeching, night goons Faded over fairytales call that the vanishing Players holding their cards, psych bluffing I’d be scared of myself, fearing that animus Sigma be creeping saying you one of us Uh, picture so colorless that the ink falls Black spilled paint on the white wall Voices be muffled by cloth and sadness Background check seeing all my messiness Crying over nothing like you got to learn See em witches be drowned or burned [Verse 3] Propane schemes, pipe dreams, light steam Leave this so called home and then gleam Fiend, shooting up all good for the record It’s been a long time coming, mech defector And you know how they speak it like all that Bouta hundred thousand on their broken shack Materialism is a curse, American consumer Worldwide perspective, zombie makers Pillow talking like it’s cool and then stall em Demon versus angels, desultory fallen Written bold letters it’s the predicament Afraid of the crowds is now just a replacement Face print painted all over in the alleyway Masks will be put on to cover all the shame Drills be buried into their skulls for the win Eating the meat down to the bones without skin [Verse 4] Like hunger games folks offer themselves as tribute Getting at the leviathans for the major dispute Keys over here, stones over there Going to the pews in need for some prayers Old and ancient ones pointing me the way Lost and confused by the modern day slaves Spiders crawl deep shaping into the unknown Cure seems impossible when you’re locked in the foam