Below The Beneath The Deep Underground

I'm a lost thinker  
It gets me hooked lined and sinker
Oh well I forgot to hit my blinker  
If I get stopped by the cops I'll probably get thrown in the clinker
One thing's for sure the right path is narrow  
You can own it lock stock and barrel  
Cleanse off the filth and become sterile  
Behind my blue eyes can you see the basket case  
The misplaced displaced casket waste the face of disgrace
Perfectly put in my place  
Six years ago today I joined the deep underground  
Looking for sight and sound  
No where to be found bound like the frown on a clown  
I'm too tightly wound about to come unwound  
So it is here that I jot my thoughts down  
In my debut I was featured as  
a strange creature  
I can't be contained outside of insane inside of my brain  
I can't say it more plain transparent windowpanes created in the flames in the heat of July
 From the screamers of the tWistEd dreAmeRs  
quietly with a sigh on a high note with no thoughts provoked encrypted tyrannically with words insightfully slurred  
Inspired in the fire from the dangerousness of the minds with might  
About the wrong not right flying a kite  
Seeking out the night still patiently praying I  
might  
Remain unrattled from under the wings of the  
Guardian of Shadows  
In this battle to win this  
fight  
Just one more  
night  
Then tomorrow make a movement ever so  
slight  
Prophetically  
bright so wrongly  
right will finally help me  
despite being  
contrite  
And to finally  
see within the
light