I Think It's Time That I Emerge

Check it, I'll teach you a lesson

My weapon's my voice, and my voice is my blade

But there's no imitating my brain, you can't fathom the pain

If you tried to inhabit my mind for a moment

You wouldn't, you shouldn't, you couldn't last seconds inside of it

I did it, I admit, I did it all knowing side-effects

Now my affliction's, I suffer from visions of things that were written

But my disposition is meaningless even if I know the sequences

King of the Demons, no stranger to weakness

I've studied the meaning of meanings

Been meaning to see what the reason is

Demon-strate, wait I mean

Demonstrate all of the anguish

I feel through the ones that I vanquish

'Cause I am the hated but lacking

Of hatred or any emotion, commotion, or chatter

Not that it matters, but I've got some matters to tend to

Depending on my mood

I might hit you back, but if not, don't be mad

Understand that I'm not obligated to respond if I am not interested

Or if I'm occupied, like all my time nowadays

See, it's great but the weight of the stress presses into my chest

Life keeps testing, I draw on the paper and don't give it back

I'm through helping out and I'm done giving back

And I can't hold it back

The frustation keeps taking away

From the vague little patience my brain had mistakenly left in me

No turning back

It's out of the question

You can't disappoint me if I leave you anything short of expectancy

I am the Reaper, I only bring death

I don't even know what else you'd ever expect of me

If there's a problem, you probably don't want a problem with me

XIII The Reaper, releasing the misery of the obscene

If there's a problem, you probably don't want a problem with me

XIII The Reaper, releasing the misery of the obscene

Lapping and lapping and lapping and lapping around you with such repetition

I just brought it back, back for a second for just a few seconds

Concealing your fate with a message

1080 HD and 1080 the wrist with my finger extended

See, OmenXIII is not shy of a menace

I am the half-hearted demi-God, nihilistic straight from the depths

I brought death and then I made a promise to myself

The misfit, continue to leave my surroundings as lifeless as the place I live

Now my perspectives grim and that's all it will ever be, all of eternity

Bitch, I've been certainly working with urgency

Hurting deservingly anyone irking me

I speak these words, leaving burns, exceed third degree

I stay inside but emerge for emergency

Currently, certainly, perfectly, serving a verse

And conserving this currency

Worst of the worst is they say I'm a jerk

Yeah, I'm never concerned if you eat, if you breathe

What you think, what you see

So please don't take it personally

I am the reason you've been losing sleep

Can't keep counting these sheep and expect to see dreams

OmenXIII, still out of your reach