Drip
Drip
Drip, drip the echo in my mind
Drip, drip, the echo in my mind
Lost in darkness, consumed in hate
Concrete walls whispering of voices
Within, speaking lies to a already
Weaken mind, sinful ways have become
My survival in this land of Oz
Sleep has become my only freedom
Drip, drip, the blood of my foe
Goes drip drip
Crucified to a world, in which I hold
The birth right
Inflected in rage, that I am a prophet of
Crying souls, that I’ve stain
Revenge that I seek, lies in the
Blood of passion, behold
Shackled, in disobedience to the divine will of flesh
Consumed by immorality
Inner demons, strucking the flames of sin
Living in the shadows of darkness, I thrive
Lost in this political system, called justice
Hostile to a nation of lies
To my people still in the struggle
Raise up, the time is near
Drip, drip, listen to binky speak
Another victim falls in the mist of the night
Cry of lost souls, go unhead, living a life
Of lies and pain, and all the while your standing
In the corner of your mind raised to believe
That this is reality (who’s choice was it that we suffer, for the evil ways that were instilled in our souls as a child that were engraved upon our flesh as scars of failure ?)
I stand in judgment, hear my words, I raise up my sinful ways, in blinding rage
I feel I’ve paid the price for a father less soul.
Cry, in the mist of night go unhead pain felt, in a lifeless body
Silence echoes in the mindless soul
Judgment, upon the flesh
Midnight shines upon another lost soul.
Forsaken in flesh, my mind rots
Upon malice thoughts, fighting demons for control of what left.
Darkness flourishes, my soul seeks the whispering voices of the wind.
