| Shelling shadows crossing lines, filling it up to the Tide. The Moon so Full, the Light so Dull, I can taste the Moist blood. My Hate is the only thing left that pure, I know I can't care, I have this cold barren stare, I even check it out in the Mirror, my own reflection, I can tell within my Own detection, that within my Dark Selection I made a Ressurection. Yes, I know my Direction, I know my Power, do you know yours? Can I blur yours? Do you have the Tight rope to walk? What? Can't I even talk? Pretty face you have there. Can I break it? Shatter it like a Mirror, let you hear my Fist come ever so Nearer, I should touch your life, and Break it with strife. I'll strike your Leg with a Chain, and show you how Pain is the best gain, when your legs are broken you can't get away! |
