Writer
Fingers effaced by elder keyboard
Purses under tired eyes
Someone thinks that i am genius
Cuz sometimes I make them cry
I am a writer, I am a killer
I inspire and make people suffer
Turning comedy into thriller
What will happen after?
Using words like dangerous weapon
I can kill or give a life
I turn strangers into legends
But in my world hard to survive
Making them cry, forcing them to pray
I bring darkness and the chaos on a lovely sunny day
I put the Kings on their knees
bree bree bree bree bree bree bree bree
This is not what I had in mind
Do not distort my thoughts
I just wanted you to feel
How powerful I can be
coward. get up. Prepare for another trial by combat
I gave your life in the hands of the gods, that are watching us
today it will be decided to live or go to the scaffold
walk down the light or become fertilizer for grass
I wanna see how your head rolls
how lights go out in eyes
I want stars, that shine for us
go to the dream, forget the past
I want you to understand my art
because it goes deep from my heart
