Zero

Due to mistakes I have made on my way
I've fallen into self-indulgence,
Shallow pharmaceutical craze
Let this rage-fueled menace set 'blaze
A hallucinogen hurricane's defining my days

In this wasteland created by shortcomings of mine
I keep looking for a sign, be it hellish or divine,
I don't care what it is, or who made its design
The voices in my head now intertwine

Today they weigh my deeds, my way
If I may stay, grow grey or be prey
I pray: cliché - I know, to lay
My eyes on sun's first morning rays

This is the time, I'm in my prime
When I rhyme about my crime; and I climb
To the top paradigm, or the drop of a dime
Before I get to hear the bell's last chime

Never been one to easily give up a mission
In addition to never asking persmission to condition
Myself into health or whatever cognition
I'd need only one munition to fulfil my ambition

And not to be bragging, but I'm in a position
Where by sheer omission of you
I can get you in submission
'cause the pen and the paper always built compositions
That I don't need to change,
I'm a sucker for tradition

Today they weigh my deeds, my way
If I may stay, grow grey or be prey
I pray: cliché - I know, to lay
My eyes on sun's first morning rays

This is the time, I'm in my prime
When I rhyme about my crime; and I climb
To the top paradigm, or the drop of a dime
Before I get to hear the bell's last chime
The days has come for non-beliebers
To better start praying at the sight of your hearse
'cause I traverse this curse unrehearsed
Observe how you disperse as I'm dropping this verse

Would you look at that, it's still getting worse
As I shed my insecurities to intersperse
Some offence into this already quite perverse
Lyrical revalation that is my universe