Beauty comes with innocence.
That's why my ugliness is worn right on the surface
Exposed for all the witnesses.
I bleed and then I drink from it.
My obsession is I crave the false confession.
I'm so guilty that it hurts,
And worse;
I open wounds and cause contusions with my words.
With words sharper than knives;
My pen's Excalibur. I'll cut you deep,
Straight across the arteries -
Flow so cold you'll call it heat.
I'll cauterize your mind and leave you feeling like you're obsolete.
I rarely sleep.
Always picking bones out of my rotten teeth.
I never used to battle but it's time to drop the subtlety:
Everyone around me wants to act like they're some novelty,
But all I fucking see's a fucking sea of gears and circuitry.

Now I'm ready to go.
Everything we love fades like the fleeting snow,
But I won't dwell on that;
And you already know
That I'm a piece of shit, no need to say it again and again
Like a record on repeat. "Long live the Alley Cats!"
Scratch that, I meant to say: Long live the candle wax!
By candlelight I write sonnets to feel alive,
But I might try to expire if the moment's right.
I'm such a motherfucking hypocrite.
I'm a coward, ain't no way that I would end this shit.
I've got that Burn Fetish/Melancholia -
I might sound like Sadistik but I don't give a fuck.
All my friends say "It's good, but it ain't real hip hop..."
I don't do it for them, I do it for the art.
I found the recipe to resurrect a reckoning:
I'm going to write another record, then I'll rest in peace.

"I let the light soak inside my skin, just so I can breathe again..."
My shadow's got a hold on me and wants to see me bleed.
I'm the rain, I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the stars.
Interstellar in my cellar where I'm safe from all these monsters.
My Benzo-Angel, let me see your halo.
I'll wear it for awhile, then I'll rip apart your wings,
And I'll sing celestial lullabies, raining fire from the skies.
I'll fashion a crown with all the dirt from where my lovers lie.
My hands are bleeding from the callouses.
I lay foundations for these palaces.
I mix the mortar with blood, malice, and malice.
I burrow further like I'm Alice. I'm fucked.
This rabbit hole goes further than I'll ever know,
But at the center lies the fears I've known for years,
Tears I'll trade for spears. Mirrors - I disappear.
While peers enjoy a beer, it's clear I'm fading here.
Still I rock, captivating the spot, but when I stop
No one knows if the should shrug or applaud.
I know I'm not what you'd call an MC when he's hot.
I take shots with each syllable -poetic-
And it's my annihilation.