oh if you say the chorus is weak its cause its the lyrics on the beat I used so...deal with itI work alone, empty notebook page, I need to git a spark,
Raincloud over my head, can't see what I write, I sit in the dark,
I'm like an enraged doberman, sober then, but spit when I bark,
The raincloud, just keeps pouring rain, so I froze the storm,
Finding out each day, that I may be a rose with a thorn,
But I know my ice cold heart knows the warm,
I'm a freak on a mission, that chose the norm,
I'm just a pure bastard, so now I'm supposed to mature faster,
Each little word I master, makes my insanity happen, this occurs diaster,
Maybe, since I'm grounded, I just wanna touch the sky more,
Or make a reason, cause right now I aint got much to die for,
My nightmares, consist of shadows of light,
Its the gallows I fight, so why do I hang my head,
People try to console me, they sang to the dead,
As I sit and wonder, how the hammer in the gun,
Bangs the lead, if I slur, why does my grammar stun,
Every night work, slip pills just to try and fall sleep,
Fuck psycologists, I just try to cry to all the sheep,
I look in the mirror, and all I see,
Is a young old man, with only a dream, (x2)
Each time I assemble a verse, I tremble and curse,
I flashback to my last verse, and it resemble my first,
Each of my fingers weak, shaking, but a thimble on the worst,
Dead skin, dead fingernails, its like my symbol of a hearse,
Its like I've built a castle, fortified, but the moat fails,
Either that or my enemies now have boat sails,
So they quote whales, or they float on their tails,
In my diary, and rhyme book, I wrote my fails,
In a note of details, I have a cold heart, so my coat bails,
I roam the skies, as if my lonely home flies,
I'm dosile when I smoke, wondering is it possible to provoke,
The dead, and I treat the dead and hostile as yoke,
When the shell is broken, I knock on the door,
When hell is open, I'm a demon who's illiterate,
Yet is well spoken, so I have to try and read,
Want it all, at all costs, so I'll die in greed,
And I have to learn to write, burn a light,
to show the enemies, its my turn to fight,
I look in the mirror, and all I see,
Is a young old man, with only a dream, (x2)
My mirror reflects the coward in me, like I have louder envy,
Envy of others, as I watch the tip of the blunt disenigrate,
Falling deeper into hell, so I want my descent to wait,
I have only dreams, so no matter how lonely it seems,
I know I won't be alone for long, even if I have to postpone this song,
I don't condone the strong, cause when you show strong,
Your really weak inside, dancin fast, to a slow song,
Telling the meek to hide, is like saying to a lightning bug,
You glow wrong, my lyrics make me high, sucha frightening drug,
My lyrics will leave you with burns to the third degree,
Every word free, never imprisoned, never behind bars,
Cuts and bruised hurt, yes, but I aint mind scars,
Hungry for it all at once, now I'm near crumbs,
Fear them, cause hear it comes, fuckin' up your ear drums,
Cause smiles run the same track your tear runs,
