DeathBeforeDarkside

Bastard son of an anarchistic so and so With vines and branches reaching to turn your whole life belly-up You’ve got a bad habit or a bad attitude I haven’t decided on your present: Do you prefer Vices or Virtues? (She’s malicious toward her victims) Pull their hearts out by the strings and play a minor key Bloody-Mary melody (He’s ambivalence towards progress) Revert to the inertia rules that hold you still until your doom Break Bricks and Move Pattern Pattern Pattern Mountain Carver Mountain Mover Mountains in your pastures Push and Pull until you spill your heart as much as you can spill Revel in your choice to accept the alternate ending Death Mountain awaits with a maze to test your patience Empowered with your nationalist actions The passages are opened and your future has awakened You have the potential to be one with your creators, so instead you stay inside Never to learn of all unknown unless discussed with the cloud of unknowing Not no, know, yknow? (Yeah yeah yeah I know, I know) Bring me that horizon! Drag it on your back, through the snow, uphill both ways I wanna feel the rays of the sun on the dark of my skin and let the breeze in I’ve lied to those most honest and humble with me since my birth I thought it was a defect but it never seemed to hurt so I embraced my inner demons and signed the treaties to keep my land safe I’ve never felt so alone in a room of all my pupils I’m a sinner in the name of holy men I’m the faltering step over bottomless pits that make you weary of your prowess I’m the nerves that shatter into emotion when you feel you’ve been rejected But I’m alive and I’ll be my own employer and promote myself to manager These walls have eyes and they see through your intentions These floors whisper all your deepest darkest secrets Your home is not your home (Redrum makes the red run) Before you’re dead (Run.) Divinity is the brand of make-up God wears when she’s fucking street-strangers for bus tokens And you said you wanted to meet your maker She makes alot of things happen if you can make alot of things happen Bring me all your 4 am, half-asleep quandaries I’ll bury alive those gratefully dead in clarity You’ve got a rubber spine that over-feeds my Jellyfish with jealousy Chives is a fucking wanker Basil is a regular gentleman Their parents claim both boys are identical, so one of them is spitting shit Or maybe both of them are just on some shit Formal Envy Entertain the bigger boss with your tendency to be individual You’re really just a goldfish in an acid rain-filled swimming pool They get your waking life for minimum wage and included are all of your hopes and dreams for fucking free Half of my actions have no consequence Half of my actions tear apart your social construct in exchange for 40 bucks and a little bag of greener grass than I’ve ever seen in my entire life