Messiah1 min 136 1 min 136
Yeah, I know.
Kinda scared, though.
Cause life's been a bitch,
I've been cursed by some freaking witch,
Things to which I find my end.
I'm no singer, not gonna start a band,
But I can write you a damn poem,
If you think I'm yours, just slow 'hem.
But let's be honest, it's hard to sustain me,
Even harder to contain me.
I'm a wolf, my best friend knows it.
Whatever you hoping, if I don't want it,
Off you dose it.
What can I do? it's been ages I blew,
Threw every chain off the window,
Cracked my back on the car ceiling
And now I'm free.
I wrote hundreds,
My Chronicles are bigger than San Andreas.
Learned to drink, learned to not.
I put a dot on my self-murder.
I have put upon humanity,
The same slaughter they put on pigs.
Crack their bones like twigs.
So to be someone on this insignificant species,
You need power and witnesses.
So I'm messiah sighted with a vision of the sky.
I'm here to reveal false gods, that's why.