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I gave pause to the world and now they complain it's raining cats and dogs, Leaving bloodthirsty strategists with their backs to the red cross The bet's lost, kiss it goodbye, lipsticky cash exchanges hands An explorer with pens, formative trips to the last and greatest land Surveyed the grave expanse of desert, started to rain dance Two left feet in a cottonmouth, cobras remain entranced Hypnotically swaying to the rhythm of words uttered under my breath Soulful syllables playing limbo in nerf inertia, summoners wept But all tear ducts were desiccated so the drought remained I shouted names in vain until my voice was pain, cowards gained A measure of courage in my futility, villainy arose Laying siege to ramparts pillaging artilleries of prose Bodies of work debilitated, will is faded sepia tones Flood the coffers with syrup and please just leave me alone Leukemia, paper cranes dangle, from antiseptic walls The king of Narnia and other phantom lands is left to crawl Chorus: Letters are the seconds, syllables are minutes Words go by as hours and a day equates a sentence Paragrahs can last a week and months become our esseays So we speak for years to reach your ears with the voice (twice) Verbal acrobat, practice battle raps to keep the mind groomed Fine tuned, volley with the volume in my room And time soon consumes all and doom falls Like the darkness of night over the city...harvest the light Make shards of the mic - fragmented poetry Leave scars when I write - ask and you know it's me SongtexteSupposedly brandishing my banished bane as bandage Making love with the language, languish my anguish I think, therefore I sink further into depression Pushed over the brink by a fink's stirring impression Of me at my very worst...but the words murder repression So lack of fertile expression is sure to bring the regression Full circle - see, once I held the world within my sweaty grasp But I lost my grip and now the planet's spinning out of control And my life is tugged along for the ride till I take hold Of the voice ... the siren's song speaks to save my soul Little league parents chant with blind rape, kids are taught discipline The shortest fuse lit for you, take a straw sip it in Liquid in half of it while the other share is gaseous Postcards from the edge of phone callers beds in happinness Abbey is sadly sick, violin crying songs of dread Lying under oath's electric blanket tryin not to sweat Fearing the toll, but curiosity's addictive Why does he keep talkin to himself, it's probably a sickness Busy building kingdoms with your callously discarded words Fallacy and farce from a galaxy afar where stars disperse Bards converse under the shade of olive groves, knowledge grows Walking down polished roads with squalid troves But only Gollum knows how the author's conditioned Shake the cobwebs, free glistening though in gossamer prisons Taught to enlist thought and factor chapters of images Think tank caterpillar tracks leading back to the chrysalis Chorus twice The passion of a lifetime is tapped within my satisfaction As I watch the hands go round and round and round and... The last time the ink spiled from my quill onto the parchment It stained her scarlet once it found the sound Wed to the arpeggio, hobbled artisan apostle Plucking feathers from the crown of Quetzecoatl To lay before my angel as she floats across the chapel To stand before the altar and bleed upon the gospel My heart leaps from my chest like Asteroth swingin a battle axe Once the music starts...madness in my eyes Mesmerized by murderous intent, I'm furthering the pent Up rage welling within my breast...until my services are spent Worshipping the second hand following the first to bend And twist around my words again... The voice warping the clock into a whirlpool Drowned in time till I emerge; a djinn immersed in Zen Aus Songtexte Mania