This inimical look is like a knife through open eye!
It guides ...the spikes of outer world inside my skin!
The thin-boned die, they do not survive
They do not notice how they're
One! Two! Three!
And thrown to the garbage!
There is no place to hide
This pain is boiling in my mind
I feel like all this time
I'm stuck between the hammer and the anvil !
I'm gonna grow steel plate
And keep it real
My armor thick enough
For hammer and the anvil turn to dust!
Incidentical thorn has got in one of open pores,
It sucks man...
The adrenaline tide of the hate makes you blow up !!!
The slowpokes fail to get their piece of pie !
They blink and
One ! Two ! Three !
They're down on the bottom!
Despair is void
We are holders of eternal souls
We are here to harden them and forward them to Space !
