[Geno]

The Inventor.


Decrepid, broken wings that times forgotten
Rotten, sewing strings entwined -concocted
Hostage, i only dream i'll fly off high in the mist
Climbing the limbs, looking for a fucking sign in the wind
Only science exists, cause everything is dying or dead
Found a few resources, i macgyvered the rest
Apply and connect, what looks like broken violin necks
And try to invent, with things that show the signs of neglect
The worlds been torn down time and again, I am what's left
And I will die to find heaven, that's the promise of death
I'm dressed like an angel that fell, picture perfect painting of hell
Aviator suit like a noose, hoping i don't strangle myself
But i gotta break an anchor to sail, or an egg for an omellette
Praying I don't crash dive into my head like a cockpit
Submerging from this desolate vomit, feathered by hock spit
Locked in, looking like I'm dressed up in toxins
Foreign metal deposits, several objects I salvaged for use
Handcrafted, blacksmithed, lacking powerful tools
Hours consumed, finding out how to construe
Inspired by the towering moon, a ballanced balloon
Doomed, scouring tombs, bruised in my mind
An ugly ego trip, that used to be a beautiful ride
Reveals an unsuitable side, pride, nobodies helps better
Hate to be stuck in the middle but totally self centered
I wrote it myself, letters, now live like a caveman
In this primitive wasteland, I piss in the paint cans
Sick of the same pants, trance, stare though I'm panicking now
While i'm perched on this tree top, aerodynamically sound