Spectres
A mercenary on the shadow run, dodgin the star gaze
In altered mind states catch me posted where light fades
Awakening the crowd, a demagogues' monologue
Under the hastening shroud of blakc clouds and smog
Ever darkening this citys dreams float outta reach
Dippin in and outta sleep as I seek Shell Beach
Standing dazed in the drizzle, blood traces in my spittle
Trynna raise more than a ripple but I'm stuck amongst the kipple
One man venom squad but I'm sharing the section
Connected with veterans amongst the bedlam
Trynna peddle prose in this unlikely setting
Grab mics like Vordul Mega in the search for ascension
The cold creeps in like a slow spreading infection
Bloom like bedroom shrooms, I dont cry for attention
I thrive in the quietness, lie with shut eyelids
Premeditating my massacre of the silence
What a horrible night to have a curse
In the shadows I lurk, towards dawn I lurch
Every step hurts drawin closer to the dirt
Til the pen spurt births the verse
I sit up all night writing like I'm nocturnal
Scripting an internal inferno into this journal
The page becomes a friend that's as open as a valley
The pen floats across the paper like it's dancing in a ballet
Sometimes I fill these pads with heartbreak and hate
And for a moment in time I find a great escape
Sometimes I don't even need to think, I just pour a drink
And words appear in front of me every time I blink
Sometimes you're the words scripted in between the lines, think it's like
I'm the ball point pen and you're the ink inside
Drawing inspiration from the things I love and loathe
But never directly talk about the things that move me most
I'm a quiet man really, but I put on a persona
Sometimes I feel like my closest friends barely know me
A curb your enthusiasm episode personified
Smiling threw gritted teeth feeling awkward inside
As blood drips from my bitten finger nails
And I impale my self on these social rails
After I stumble and trip over my untied thoughts
It's hard to find comfort when you feel so fucking lost
Wondering around in the dark trying to find a light switch
Alone but I know there's seven billion I share life with
I just keep writing, trying not to lose the plot
Cuss my music, words and memories are all that I got
What a horrible night to have a curse
In the shadows I lurk, towards dawn I lurch
Every step hurts, drawin closer to the dirt
Til the pen spurt births the verse
Been surviving the horror with ink ribbons in tact
Arranging facts into tracks I'm numbed by key clacks
With a knack to manipulate this head fulla blues
I muse upon the view til the truth start to ooze
Nothing nice in the news, with some ice to the bruise
I choose to sit swirling the Soul Storm brew
Sippin from the short straws I've been drawing for certain
Await the fall of the curtain with my insides hurtin
Hangin... by a psychedelic thread
I calibrate my Souls Edge feeling close to the ledge
Heart sank, empty tank but I've blanks to fill in
Cus all this deaths put a lag on my legacy building
But I dont frantically charge with bombardments of art
I take a step back from the parchment I'm parched
Respect a snails pace, while bombs drop in some place
I sculpt one slug at a time as arms race
In altered mind states catch me posted where light fades
Awakening the crowd, a demagogues' monologue
Under the hastening shroud of blakc clouds and smog
Ever darkening this citys dreams float outta reach
Dippin in and outta sleep as I seek Shell Beach
Standing dazed in the drizzle, blood traces in my spittle
Trynna raise more than a ripple but I'm stuck amongst the kipple
One man venom squad but I'm sharing the section
Connected with veterans amongst the bedlam
Trynna peddle prose in this unlikely setting
Grab mics like Vordul Mega in the search for ascension
The cold creeps in like a slow spreading infection
Bloom like bedroom shrooms, I dont cry for attention
I thrive in the quietness, lie with shut eyelids
Premeditating my massacre of the silence
What a horrible night to have a curse
In the shadows I lurk, towards dawn I lurch
Every step hurts drawin closer to the dirt
Til the pen spurt births the verse
I sit up all night writing like I'm nocturnal
Scripting an internal inferno into this journal
The page becomes a friend that's as open as a valley
The pen floats across the paper like it's dancing in a ballet
Sometimes I fill these pads with heartbreak and hate
And for a moment in time I find a great escape
Sometimes I don't even need to think, I just pour a drink
And words appear in front of me every time I blink
Sometimes you're the words scripted in between the lines, think it's like
I'm the ball point pen and you're the ink inside
Drawing inspiration from the things I love and loathe
But never directly talk about the things that move me most
I'm a quiet man really, but I put on a persona
Sometimes I feel like my closest friends barely know me
A curb your enthusiasm episode personified
Smiling threw gritted teeth feeling awkward inside
As blood drips from my bitten finger nails
And I impale my self on these social rails
After I stumble and trip over my untied thoughts
It's hard to find comfort when you feel so fucking lost
Wondering around in the dark trying to find a light switch
Alone but I know there's seven billion I share life with
I just keep writing, trying not to lose the plot
Cuss my music, words and memories are all that I got
What a horrible night to have a curse
In the shadows I lurk, towards dawn I lurch
Every step hurts, drawin closer to the dirt
Til the pen spurt births the verse
Been surviving the horror with ink ribbons in tact
Arranging facts into tracks I'm numbed by key clacks
With a knack to manipulate this head fulla blues
I muse upon the view til the truth start to ooze
Nothing nice in the news, with some ice to the bruise
I choose to sit swirling the Soul Storm brew
Sippin from the short straws I've been drawing for certain
Await the fall of the curtain with my insides hurtin
Hangin... by a psychedelic thread
I calibrate my Souls Edge feeling close to the ledge
Heart sank, empty tank but I've blanks to fill in
Cus all this deaths put a lag on my legacy building
But I dont frantically charge with bombardments of art
I take a step back from the parchment I'm parched
Respect a snails pace, while bombs drop in some place
I sculpt one slug at a time as arms race
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Writer(s): Kane Couchman
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