Netcees - Objective (0-1) vs. Bleak (0-1)

It's all black and white through the eyes of a sinner. Watch me prove it.
I see the half that's reaching for the rise of the brutish.
A peace treaty with fleeting thoughts that cloud the brains of the gifted.
Lifted beyond sane, proud to say the pain was evicted.
It's all lies, tho. I've never rised over the crowd and made my voice heard.
Loud as the lowest. The highs convince me of these choice words.
At war with the person these verses stem from. The kitchen sink and then some.
The other side, a mother's pride, and ready to shed the tension.

Fighting voices, lighting joints to numb the aches from being hastled daily
He feels the weakness leaking from the lasting pain, he...
Makes his way to shed a tear, lets the fear consume the person he's created.
While his better half feeds off the lack of basic patience.
He screams out, like a bomb careening through the walls of a subway,
blocking out the sun's rays
He fights the urge to break the ties, tho he knew it'd happen someday.
No one's quite sure who they'll be when the judge speaks, going out to anvil shots.
In grudge meets, the other side will find out when the hammer drops.

Went less than expected, but... ya