"A Fist Full of Cold Soul."
"A Fist Full of Cold Soul."
I am the hand that makes a fist
And hits quick, with a mind sick
That grips life to the last bit
A fist full of cold soul
I am the fool of the wise
The one who defies the lies
Of a wicked dementia
Of a lifetime
That was never on the timeline
Fake memories of a prime
Stopping hearts on a dime
Wasting shine, compassion that is mine
I am the fucking eyes of wasted souls
Digging holes to bury the cold
Sight of trials unforetold
And sold to the most cold soul
No amount of debate will erase fate's hate
No matter the death-rate, our population elevates
To the point of genocidal outbreak
Where any fatal mistake will end our days
No matter what we say or how we delineate
We'll still be abolished or exterminate
It's just a fact of the matter at hand
A grand scheme to devour the land
To plan a strike on any man that stands
Up for his clan or for his fans
Any zealot that finds his hands in a jam
I find that I cannot see misery
These eyes see you shivering
Collapsing rivalry against a child's dreams
As ridiculous as they seem
Why can't we defy life's calamity?
Why can't we have a remedy for the frenzy
That keeps us from bending to the pressure
Of being allured to being disturbed
By putrid words from the mouth of a cursed bird?
We've all failed to learn
What keeps us from getting burned
By interns of Death, wielding hot lanterns
Scorn every fucking reject
That doesn't reflect or detect
Their most profound defect
As a matter of fact
I'm one of these foul brats
That acts like life is crap
And doesn't understand his own rap
Who feels that they should all bow
The whole fucking sane crowd
That thinks now, this boy shouldn't be allowed
To put his two cents in, right here aloud
And they all stare open-mouthed
At the words this pen spouts
And the words that escape lips in a shout
The abhorrence that grips their hearts
Shocks them from the start
Rips fixed apart
To make it a broken shard
A token of a life hard
Of agony that leaves a scar
Now you know why
He embraces evil
Because it gives insurmountable power
Over other people
Distorting any steeples
That try to pierce a leak hole
Through his reservoir of tolerance
A lashing freak soul that absorbs the cold
With malevolence and is guilty by misprints
A creeping shadow in your sleep
Who looks to defeat your dreams
Ripping true destiny apart at the seams
No matter how incorrigible it seems
I just mean to soil the clean
And establish a fine lead
On my personality of greed
That seethes in my head
The voice of neglected dread
A schizo who refuses to abandon the bed
And who mostly wishes to die instead
A vanishing of your intellect
An icy delerium to interject
The composure you've had in check
But wait, don't forget your placating hate
Don't forget to discriminate those ingrates
That manage to replace a better soul in our race
Maybe another nutcase, but, hey, that's great
Because false motherfuckers make me irate
They're a taint, a wasted thanks
Another bane to fill our tanks or rob our banks
Another way to multiply our ranks
Another way to draw more armed blanks
But let's fade back on the theme
Because these words create dreams
And unlikely as it seems
They're visions on which to lean
On which to break free
Fight back all this misery
So you can take lead
Learn to bleed
And handle human greed
And as much as it seethes
Hang on to reality
Don't be a casualty
Because once it falls apart
There is no button to make it restart
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I am the hand that makes a fist
And hits quick, with a mind sick
That grips life to the last bit
A fist full of cold soul
I am the fool of the wise
The one who defies the lies
Of a wicked dementia
Of a lifetime
That was never on the timeline
Fake memories of a prime
Stopping hearts on a dime
Wasting shine, compassion that is mine
I am the fucking eyes of wasted souls
Digging holes to bury the cold
Sight of trials unforetold
And sold to the most cold soul
No amount of debate will erase fate's hate
No matter the death-rate, our population elevates
To the point of genocidal outbreak
Where any fatal mistake will end our days
No matter what we say or how we delineate
We'll still be abolished or exterminate
It's just a fact of the matter at hand
A grand scheme to devour the land
To plan a strike on any man that stands
Up for his clan or for his fans
Any zealot that finds his hands in a jam
I find that I cannot see misery
These eyes see you shivering
Collapsing rivalry against a child's dreams
As ridiculous as they seem
Why can't we defy life's calamity?
Why can't we have a remedy for the frenzy
That keeps us from bending to the pressure
Of being allured to being disturbed
By putrid words from the mouth of a cursed bird?
We've all failed to learn
What keeps us from getting burned
By interns of Death, wielding hot lanterns
Scorn every fucking reject
That doesn't reflect or detect
Their most profound defect
As a matter of fact
I'm one of these foul brats
That acts like life is crap
And doesn't understand his own rap
Who feels that they should all bow
The whole fucking sane crowd
That thinks now, this boy shouldn't be allowed
To put his two cents in, right here aloud
And they all stare open-mouthed
At the words this pen spouts
And the words that escape lips in a shout
The abhorrence that grips their hearts
Shocks them from the start
Rips fixed apart
To make it a broken shard
A token of a life hard
Of agony that leaves a scar
Now you know why
He embraces evil
Because it gives insurmountable power
Over other people
Distorting any steeples
That try to pierce a leak hole
Through his reservoir of tolerance
A lashing freak soul that absorbs the cold
With malevolence and is guilty by misprints
A creeping shadow in your sleep
Who looks to defeat your dreams
Ripping true destiny apart at the seams
No matter how incorrigible it seems
I just mean to soil the clean
And establish a fine lead
On my personality of greed
That seethes in my head
The voice of neglected dread
A schizo who refuses to abandon the bed
And who mostly wishes to die instead
A vanishing of your intellect
An icy delerium to interject
The composure you've had in check
But wait, don't forget your placating hate
Don't forget to discriminate those ingrates
That manage to replace a better soul in our race
Maybe another nutcase, but, hey, that's great
Because false motherfuckers make me irate
They're a taint, a wasted thanks
Another bane to fill our tanks or rob our banks
Another way to multiply our ranks
Another way to draw more armed blanks
But let's fade back on the theme
Because these words create dreams
And unlikely as it seems
They're visions on which to lean
On which to break free
Fight back all this misery
So you can take lead
Learn to bleed
And handle human greed
And as much as it seethes
Hang on to reality
Don't be a casualty
Because once it falls apart
There is no button to make it restart
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S i n i s t e r D e v i a t i o n s
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