Fights of Fancy

Maggots are errors, dying alone; The devil comes, throat of the throne
Gasping for breath, praying to god; Remember sins, bullshit facade
Nothing exists to support your losing; Never fulfill dirty amusing
Stay allied, never look outside; Hide your fears, abide false tide

My slow-gun slogan has run its wind; Live to sing, cry up to sin
Blind and hide my soulful kind; Repeat to eat your alien mind
Fade to gray with my gavel play; Penitent heat, or so they say
Plead for mercy from hell above; Like to imagine yourself the dove

I’m stuck in a hole, being buried alive
Jar of flies, looking out, pay no mind
I cry for attention, I cry in fear
That which I can’t understand still grows near

You will never be my; Watching hide alibi
Bask in hate, just don’t cry; Up-end my whole true-tried
Look-up now, boys, your makeup is running
Continue to wail, a child so cunning
I only believe that which I feel
Never is my reality true deal
You won’t escape my hold; Look around, you’re not bold
You’re the evil, I’m told; Leave you out in the cold
You are weak, believe in your myth
Thereby destroying your monolith
You’ll complain, nothing, cover idol
Trust me now, we all need Midol

Head understand, just what I’m told; Just to hate, my comics grow old
I dictate, beholden my son; Mask in the mirror, mimic face and fun
Eat up the shit produced by elite; Trust talking head, contempt and conceit
Listen, embolden your disgraceful belief; Bullhorns and lies will continue to speak

I’m stuck in a hole, being buried alive
Jar of flies, looking out, pay no mind
I cry for attention, I cry in fear
That which I can’t understand still grows near

I’m stuck in a hole, being buried alive
Jar of flies, looking out, pay no mind
I cry for attention, I cry in fear
That which I can’t understand still grows near