Week 3: Artifice vs. Asylum (ASYLUM WINS 7-2)

[Artifice]

as day fades death engages in dangerous travel
on a path paved with pain, dirt terrain stained with gravel
takes rein n' saddle across plains of grazing cattle
aims to trap you in a grave, never again your flame'll crackle
his face in the shadow, his demeanor is wicked
his bucket list consists of bunches of stiffs eager to kick it
plots' deceitful and twisted, sick curses and omens
when death's afoot be ready to hoof it any spur of the moment
try to hold your own n' keep goin', don't let him get to you
it's hard to hurdle the lies while tryin' to ride a stretch of truth
cuz life is a race in which you ain't prepared to win
against a horse of a different color and his pales in comparison
try to jockey for position but it's a fruitless endeavor
could occupy first for a bit, but shit the two of you tethered
and many mention him as legend, a folklore or fable
but it's no pretending when he ends up approaching the stable
life's a flowing river that could dry up in the blink of it
as death will lead his horse to water n' get him to drink from it