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Against The Storm

So many names, they're all the same
Heard so many times, it's like a goddamned game
Twist of faith, desecrate
Take me out of your hands of fate
Broken mirrors, trip with scissors
I have bled so much, intimate with slivers
Unbridled in battle
Spit your shit, give me another title

LIAR! SCAPEGOAT! LOSER! THIEF!
I will rise to the occasion
GRIEVER! PSYCHO! ASSHOLE! DEAD!
Without a rhyme or reason

After slaughter, sons and daughters
Who sends my pyre out onto the water?
Carrion carry on
My soul beyond the haunted songs
They violate and salivate
At the leftovers left on my plate
What is real, can't you feel
Curse my ashes against my will

MOTHER! FUCKER! BASTARD! BITCH!
Who will rise to the occasion?
MONSTER! DEMON! ANGEL! WITCH!
You are the rhyme and reason

In this world, desolate
Face the past and sedate
Your inner self
Trapped in Hell
Suffer as the brittle stone
Against the storm

LIAR! SCAPEGOAT! LOSER! THIEF!
I will rise to the occasion
GRIEVER! PSYCHO! ASSHOLE! DEAD!
Without a rhyme or reason

MOTHER! FUCKER! BASTARD! BITCH!
Who will rise to the occasion?
MONSTER! DEMON! ANGEL! WITCH!
You are the rhyme and reason

JUDGES! JURY! KILLERS! FRAUD!
As you rise to the occasion
MARTYRS! DEVILS! SAVIORS! GOD!
Damning all rhyme and reason

Take the weight of the world
On shoulders more and more
But will you break
Are you fake
Just like a brittle stone
Against the storm?

(c) 2015 Frank Green