Martyr Starter Pack

Pick myself up off the bricks and kick the candle over
The quick, slick wick tricks burn the channel roamer
Hot blooded, cut it and leave it flooded
The scrambled shambles are art from an angle and
Trade in my heart for a martyr starter pack
Afraid of the phrase and I don't wanna part with that
Cool my sweat by the fan
I'm Nosferatu with a tan
Unclean freakshow, a dead end in the clan

Disconnected and sickening
I watch the plot thicken, the slave who invented the colonel's chicken
And in my ignorance I sold it for a pittance
With no witnesses and nothing written
Sit and fidget like Mr. McRich's digits
Twitch and abridge the religion for six minutes

These verbal hieroglyphics
Are thermal pyro gimmicks
Internal rhymes for cynics
Eternal crimes for mimics

Those limited flows
Primitive prose
So
You're the garden hose

I'll keep it a secret bro, it's ok nobody knows
Just shut your mouth and close your nose
That's why your silence is platinum
Clap your trap and capture this capsicum
I'll make them throw up if I interact with them
Coz I'm like ipecac to the maximum
Pattonted
Don't deviate, that's the maxim
But I'm an actual slacker who lacks in action
Running in place like my shoes have no traction
With luck I'll stroll backwards, like Mike Jackson