i mourn for the time i could’ve lived but didn’t though
born in the times of cynical and bitter folk
romantic to a fault but what shimmers always isn’t gold
narratives they haven’t wrote i live gaps between the tropes
and i’m yet to carve a niche, if a niche is what i need
and i’m yet to lose an edge, to help me fitting in with sheep
and i’m sick of bashing heads with the evil and the weak
7 days a fucking week, i’m a mercenary for these
and i know i have a gift, but the gift is pretty vague
tell me what it is that makes me master or a slave
and people told me all my life i was gonna be great
i’m just waiting for the day where it clicks into place

prodigal son in the den of the wolves, looking for home
caught without a port in a storm memorials in stone
all alone at the end of the road, flicking a thumb
rolling die at dumb luck, fucking ended up with crohns

so if this tapestry is perfect, and god don’t make mistakes
and i am fated for the thorny side of what i seem to hate
it’s all good ; It’s all great

i’ve got no love for the whiners and impiety
nihilistic thrashing is a symptom of society
why do puppies die, why do bad things take place ?
and great men self doubt, and villains are made great ?
why am i afflicted with a body that fails?
and sit tests on my nerves with no point to avail
to take part in a world that i could leave in a day
and bleed to death in a ward in the black and the grey
ey, it’s all good it’s all great in the end
i got a portion of divinity alive in my head
i beg, only for a chance so i can put it to use
because i’ve squandered all my years in a world of abuse

i just wanna really stick around for a while
i just wanna really stick around for a while
i just wanna really stick around for a while
i just wanna really stick around for a while

who the fuck am i to shout and rebel?
against the fate that i’m alotted and the size of my cell
Each person has a part, a part is still a part
no matter if it’s long or it quickly departs
i just hold my little light, tell i’m sent on my way
then i’ll fold into the whole back into clay
the suffering is nothing, but the movings of fate
it drags along the stubborn but it’s leading the brave

i got 26 years right down to the day

i got to see my god in action, and sit down and pray
i got to see death and suffering and make it away
i got to fall in love and love and a feel of good and bad
i got to die and make it back, i got this life without a catch
i am honoured to be here and here is where i’m at
and i’ll take all i can
i’ll take all i can
i got 26 years right down to the day

it’s my song, i’ll go as long as i need
drop the beat and bring it back without a fuck to be seen
it must be a dream, how i put the sounds in a scene
and excavate my dirty soul and make it physically here
it’s not a song, it’s a chant, it’s the ether to real
from one plane to another it’s just one of my skills
you’re hearing the gamut of my thoughts in the ward
as i tried to make peace in the middle of war

the reason bad things happen, is you label bad
normal things in life, you never stood a chance
you put your silly wishes on the only thing you have
and tentacle surroundings to avoid being sad
things are just things, irregardless of our plans
let go, follow your fate, follow the free,
people die all the time why not me ?