The Gift

In between the devil screaming and my heavy breathing families pleading begging me to change and pray to god to take the hate away I'm lost and astray I'm always feeling so defeated never finding a meaning or a reason
Why I get so damn high just to feel so low Like no matter how hard I fight my mind's still caught up in the undertow I'm learning to sit quiet with the earth and simply listen Ignoring all this pain to formulate this music creators vision
As I free myself of burdens cast upon me by my fellow man I clarify my mind and understand my journeys just began Always remember my shared gift from Apollo and through the blessing of music I can save time in a bottle but I'm constantly between the suffering and the healing And this strain of insane seems to only magnify the pain The depths of negativity have taken control My last hope that this music can save my mortal soul
I've drawn out my inner artist cathartic no excuses Lucid ruthless healing through the music Seeking skies that have no end redemption for dead friends Through a message of hope that can last through the bitter end Clairvoyant conversations that lead to divination Sensitive to elder energies unleashed inside the basement There's solutions now attaining mental subjugation But the echoes in the silence still equate to my Estrangement
A strain of insane brought about by constant pain Depression so dark and deep Swear I'll never get to sleep a dark force that drives and always tries to destroy me A war inside it feels like I'm losing
The time for change had come and went All roles filled so now I play a masochist Stitched in clever quips steeped in ego then tested in blood Real life theory turned to practice and then explored But I must compel myself to do better for my brethren
Set a better example for my children to believe in Escape all these toxic traits but don't deny my magic Safely breathing out the fire while my passions driven higher with these Complex sentences gifted uplifted messages Sentiment so decadent the common man can't fathom it Clairvoyant through the harmonies theology from a prodigy Who honestly adopts the policy of quality over quantity Working in anomaly audibly forming prophecy Idolatry when mixed with the sounds that I am conjuring Uplifting through the highest vibrations Affirmative these creations through my excommunication
And this is why I play with words With the music as a catalyst there's nothing else that matters In a godly state of writing that's inviting isolation Thinking for myself and healing with incantations I do this for the simple satisfaction no second hand this music is celestial from inception Awareness of emotions and an ever-changing presence Atonement through the divine gift of instrumental repentance