Letras
Starts with life experience, the pros and cons
Flows in songs convey all the rights and wrongs
The night is long especially when the fight is strong
Our light is gone, trauma in its brightest form
I was warned, but by then I was worn
Facing scorn, fabric of reality torn
Sound the horn to drown any doubt that's born
Count the score, escape from a time forlorn
Scout the field for questions, then fill/feel the form
The field I'm on there's no room to mourn
From night to morn, a knight to the oath I'm sworn
It's not the norm, I don't serve kings or queens
With rings and things, focused my own regime
To stay clean, cleanse my soul like saline
Like sailing, just trying to take in scene
This take obscene, but only if you look in-between
The rook is team player, or so it seems
Things deceive, let's reprogram the machines
Slanderous schemes you think would only work pre-teens
But we've seen unfolding of sins in streams
Tense extremes, focused like the prince of thieves
Sense my needs, indeed, then I commence to feed
Hence I'm freed to rinse off the blood I bleed
Cut me deep and leave me with a pensive theme
The ones we don't follow be the most expensive dreams