incomplete thoughts repeat that i can not defeat, am i weak
it's just so tough to be beat cuz i don't want to suffer but speak
what i have become from my kinks as if no other believes
since i have fought long thru instincts beyond to achieve
such a relief, now i'm stronger the monster's released
cuz i sought after peace when i was shoved off the streets
still my rough spots must cease or love's lost to reach
enough puzzles i meet, i struggle to seek my custom technique
i'm done feeling teased, i trust you'll agree once my clutter is freed
cuz then the posture will flee looking flustered indeed
the imposters in me cost me my key to come and to be
at common entry to constantly see my flaws i've received
i'll probably adjust and take heed to the one, he who leads
to keep calm and proceed cautious, i need something to read
and watch how i run with good speed on my journey
making them nauseous cuz my achin for knowledge
raises up controversy til the day i am under
my way brought me hunger, the challenge they bring
but i am king with this armor, to drama i ring...
my patience has parted and by angels i'm guarded
paintin it harder to aim in all angles they'll target
so start gainin your partners but powerful strength i do harness
you know i stay in the garden, i harvest your pain out your carcass
who are ya, a saint or have you always remained as the heartless?