Demo for "Snakes and Daggers"
Still using bad quality mic, shall be updated soon.
I focus on the pain, wonder who to blame, but wise men in the background are pondering the same, tears hidden in the thunder and the rain, searching at my roots but there's not much left to gain, cause soon the weather change, but still I'm stuck in doors, caught between myself again, and all my fuckin flaws, I feel I need a change in life, but I'm caught between my friends and my enemies always fucking changing sides, even strangers lie, life in perfect symmetry, used to use words for gravity, but now they've started lifting me, decyphering the mysteries, enlightening the inner me, blank words on a page igniting into imagery, but words turn to ashes, in rap I yearn to practise, I drown my verse in a river, with rhythmn to murder baptists, my mind is the only church that I relax in, I live in a house of sticks, but I'm burning all the matches, my thoughts are blunt, so to kill myself is just burying the hatchet, kill christ and then burn mary in the basket,
what have I become.. a question that I ask myself, my inner image displayed outside to mask myself, cause I'm too trapped within my own mind to ask for help, which I'm sure if I did then maybe it'd halve the doubt, I surrender to myself it's time to wave the flag, anything I've said before it's too late to take it back, even if I could, I've already caused the damage, like suge knight at gun point, I'm forced to manage, pull myself together like a horse n carriage, even though I'm white and british, I'll still got a short advantage, which you best bet i'ma take to heart, words glide through my soul like it's connected to a cable cart,
words start to take me up, start to feel I'm graced with luck, but before I reached the top I turned around and gave it up... I hurt myself again, so I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real....