[kannon]

what attracts you to these rats is the fact that you lack candor
these facets of trash people spread fast as advanced cancer
they gather in packs like a black panther, with tactics of vast clamor
but in passing their passion averages blasphemous, rash chatter
it's fallible; taking heed to the grass in the cracked gravel
while our laughs ***kle and cages of chattel in back rattle
each vandal can throw a stone, and no matter how fast travelled
no distress from this damsel; happily in this glass castle

My father rules this city with an iron fist...
No remorse, the damage is too much to try and fix
He taught me from a young age that I was right for this
Amplify the silences and madness is the language he would fight me with
Reconcile and strike again, I'm finding appetite for it
Break me down to build me up, divide to find the might within
Never pay attention to the trying hymns, let their rhythm ride the wind
The victory is often where the violence is...

lately he hardly speaks a sober note... not that any drone would know
he's too focused on trolling hoes to try to sow his royal oats
his hopes often forego the throne, a loner in his only home
the older he becomes, his legacy is mediocre prone
losing his control, the city folk even imposed a vote
i couldn't let our name be drug through the mud on his woven rope
he lowered expectation, i swear he taught me a nobler code
so now I roam alone, and plan my only chance to overthrow

These candid moments used to only be a daydream
But when you own the city, both your hands stay clean
Promised promotions to the ogres he way paying
To bring me his head on a stake... my newest display piece
Restore the order just by opposing the mainstream
There's levels to this game, get out the way or obey me
In my glass castle... swaying on my grey swing
Hovering over my city... My favorite plaything...