xiii. At Road's End

No place to go, until I'm paid in full
I'll be chased with a hunger that's insatiable
And pray for thunder away to go
Under six leagues are the summer spot rocks from which the progress impede
It's no contest, not discreet in secreting of my sobfest
But still no increasing in the speed and so I obsess
As an inheritant of experiments and projects, conquest by the arrogant
To set in stone the process and telephone the reason that they lawless and dwell alone
Like Rosetta poems etched to be left and grown, eternal
Thrown off the deep end, heat from breathing that's infernal
Need to sleep but instead seeking the journal
Got my head leaking, prevent peace, then it empty, now he rent-free
Catching frenzy in a circle, end up in the belly of the beast
Oh how I envy how predator plenty presenting feasts

No place to go and no passion paid to his speech
So when assassins slayed they fabricated, aggravated each
It's all a masquerade, a top hat on the clawed cats that salivate for pray
Stomp and hear jaw crack, wither but it never fade away
Not a forgiver, it deposit in river then harden and be a liver in response to the Ripper
Skinny bones crossed with rocks and kidney stones
Frost upon the city with apocalypse impending, please just listen
Swear it don't cost a penny or any vogue to stop the block from blowing
Burning, turning coppertone
The end of the line, not fending just fine
'Till ellos aprenden not to spend neverendingless time
But I should mention there's some tension in my mind
And my ascension had prevention in the direction of the find
The sign on the high road 'round Mount Sinai to Cairo
Comprised of gravel that's evil, man
How else you imply they built the castles and cathedrals? Damn
They watch and cast shade on the road that never grow
'Cause a result of the Cascade's the slow
And at my road's end is when I'm most potent
Gotta ascend the cycle for the final door to open