Marc Spector - Charged Up (Freeverse) lyrics

Flash that bu*tery gold; jittery zeitgeist Wither by the watering hole, border patrol Border a home, that's boarded up and hoarded with gold Colder than the horror stories you're told before you're old And know what the difference is I'm the lyrical mysticist who gets physical with your mistresses This is critical censorship; enter this Realm grab the helm, prepare to sail to the abyss Perhaps it's the wrath of the titans I'm fighting for my life then Like a man facing indictment, and they're all trying to fry him Electrocute the youth until he's dying Combine the power of Galactus and Magus And you have us; lyrical masters of the rapture So back up don't act tough; get smacked up It's bad luck, my hands struck with the force of a mack truck, boom! The antagonist's in the room But what's sad is he was born a protagonist in the womb But mishandled, emotionally stranded Misguided souls all coping with the sadness The bright sky slowly darkens into blackness The night sky, broken into fragments My right eye, focuses while hopelessness dissipates like Like rogue fish in the middle of a coastal shift