There’s a graveyard
Musical graveyard
Nothing in the ashes hot coals consume
In the shadow their words unravel
Hotter fire burn a liar like you
This good for nothing, always up to something, function productive
Constructive lines link sheets, cover beats, complete production
But stay corrupted by this self-destructive manifestation of the ego
We slide helter skelter but how deep should we go?
See saw back and forth on a rusty swing
This playground’s become a graveyard
Tumbling it’s a long fall from grace
Discard these bards believe you’ll stay scarred
Removed irrelevant tracks
In facts spitting into the night sky
I release rainbow coloured droplets from my right eye
Let fly a relentless whirlwind
Within kindling burns a new turned leaf to ashes
With mixed emotion drag devotion
Over hot coals till it catches
Some common sense
A short fuse easily spent
Watch them cast their stones over the shadows of sin
They all repent
We all bear the mark
Cross paths
Spark intent
Content refinement
Bombardment target audience
Left encaptured in this time spent cursed
Stuck in a verse, well rehearsed
Who’s first to touch the fire?
More than word play
Burn out the tongue of any liar
Weak heart, choir boy beware
Tear your sacred text to shreds
Incensed in a instant
Eyes red with rage
Lyrics more than heaven sent
The skies fall
Imposters run cover their face
Pull down their masks
Flashed a lightshow
Left the masterpiece in their place coz
There’s a graveyard
Musical graveyard
Nothing in the ashes hot coals consume
In the shadow their words unravel
Hotter fire burn a liar like you
Keep us in the dark
But I see through their lies with my eyes shut
Quiet most of the time
But when I open my mouth I’m too abrupt
Now shut the fuck up
Walking this knife edge to a point
That’s got me stuck and twisted
I unwind by boxing these shadows behind my eyelids
Not following their whispers
Here, a pound of flesh will get you left
Broken penniless and poor
You can sign the line and make the bond
But then they’ll always ask for more
What’s in store?
Divine comedy and more
Play the part of your own keeper
Get closer to the fire son
There’ll be no one there to greet ya
Science preacher leader teacher
Check the text in all your books
Coz what you’ve built’s about to break
And leave us all more than shook
Look
We stand to make a change
And each string that pulls a puppet
Makes a merry dance in the struggle
We cut the lines they use for profit coz