Animal Instinct

The mischief in the alley was really my man

A troublesome hand

Built by his dad

Always looking over his shoulder delinquencies

Fucken up every cop's frequencies

Apparently until the day he leaves

Mothers wounded wing doomed seed

So out of control that she would never see him read

Or hear him read or hear him weep

Shattering glass with tear gas tearing his mass back

Scientific diluted subject of brain matter

Burning his ashes in a flamed lantern

Sent overseas to paint laughter upon the wall

And cultivate a moderate civilization of flaws

So the whole world can see that America is king

The tweak with the minds of a paralyzed dream

Prevail in lies

They picked him from the streets after reviewing

His past they deem him fit

Send him to the lab for another experiment

14 dead sheep one black one holding a handgun

Running down the halls of a foreign sanctuary

Easy of Eden south of believing

As he unloads the clip and starts screaming

As I watch the blood drip from his veins and stain the sand

The buildings around are as red as my hand

Then his brain pops

Immediately everything stops just for me

As he continuously firing shots pouring his soul

Into the shells that he's got

Living his life after death until he's gone

And I can tell that he doesn't know the meaning of right nor wrong

So he keeps playing along as a complacent pawn in the board game

Of life which he doesn't know he's on

So he can't move along

He can't groove to the rhythm of the melody

Listen as he sings this song

Father's stubborn hawk

Mothers wounded wing

A sad song sung until the day we believe

He closed his eyes to count to 3

The tin drum plays the songs of the weak

He grabs his seat as the pendulum swings in disbelief

He lets go and breaths

Circling a thousands seas

Miles that be beating beneath his feet

Pulses of his heart through the eyes of sights unseen

Here I stand just me and the moon

This is the ballad of a dead soldier who feel to his doom

He was looking for revival in something he coulnt find

Survival is a song I write to play for mimes

It's like a movie with no ending

Insanities pending

If vanities in me

But forgive the misconceptions

My perception is blurry vision

Hurry wishing you could ditch me in a mission a vision

You'll never see.