.:: The True Face of the Earth ::.

[Objective]

As I see through the eyes of a demon I reckon
my whole life's just a second in the timelapse of a weapon.
The mind snaps pictures in heaven as my vision turn blurry,
and I wake up in Hell and crave to save myself in a hurry.
I scurry my rotten carcass through bones and lost souls,
all the goals I've set for myself is just holes in the road.
All the roles I've controlled to get down on this path
is just the equation of actions that misguided the math.
The answer is wrath and every man's on his own,
Game of Thrones' a mockumentary of a society grown
into a beast that released the Kraken on conscious beliefs,
a monster of thiefs upheld the stench that humanity reeks.
I'm nauseous but freed from these obvious deeds that monuments breath
and I've reached a state of reluctant consent that the populace bleed.
It's awkward indeed to realize my worth and the evil nature of birth,
so when dreams become sins you've seen the face of the earth.

[NYCSPITZ]

dope

[Fig]

Bumping

I'll feed this later