Hands for nothing but a cold grip to let go
Moving through the world like a ghost in an echo
Contrived lies hosting the "said so's", leaning on the shield I receive from my chest bone
Dealing with the burden of health
Establish what I've paid for my own version of wealth
I wish there was a promise here left for me to keep, but I been stuck waving the wand - I'm learning the spells
Me with the dark, that's a church with the bells
Me to the light's like a bird in a swell that's going to drown it
I astound cynics that would disagree and border spite
Look at wrong, label it as former right
I approach father ego, "let me live the orphan life"
Darkness headed forward on a course of light
Force it to enforce the flight
Morphing to a tortured knight
Knighted with the sword of spite
On the boards at night, pushing sound limits
I astound cynics and confound grimace
I consume the pounds hidden in the ground ridden with a cows sh**
The cow dung, high from the brown fungi
Jump down, run hide from whatever I had found in it