This is the night. Where are you?
In your bed, in your home?
Are you safe or are you alone?
Does this day end with dreams in comfy bed, 83 more words
The torn vale left a gap in the sky/ set your sights on bruises to blacken the eye/ I reckon there’s a gap in your hide/ if you nervous, I wreck and leave a crack in your spine/ I string along HAMs to the back of they thigh/ buckling they knees when I catch them stride/ I’m buckling my seat, they ain’t fastening mine/ because they’re crashing their ride over passionate crimes/ she a bombshell, blasting their mind/ exploding with lust for ejaculate mines/ my passion divine, full of anguish and pain/ my blood vessels bursting, to strangle the vain/ you cower, I devour, and mangle the chains/ the Sword of the Spirit engraved in my fangs/ I sink my teeth in, when you dangle remains/ I thirst for His blood, I’m craving His stains/ unequally yoked, you entangled with grains/ raise my banner to the stars, it spangles in reign/ ya’ll hail the flood and the angel in the rain/ I don’t dance with the devil yet I tango in drains/
Off the charts, you can’t meter my testosterone levels/ pain and aggression, stainless weapons, an unstoppable metal/ this risen slave is digging graves, with inoperable shovels/ I bury men who carry sin, as these obstacles wrestle/ up to my neck in dying flesh, and my collarbone, devils/ a bed of roses, dead imposes, when you grovel on peddles/ on sinking ships, blink and miss, when your optical settles/ I swallow sand that swallows man, time consumes us all/ the fire brews to draw, but I’m stomping on kettles/ ms handle bars dismantle jaws, I’m chomping on pedals/ I eat riders, we fire, when I’m locking on rebels/ I Rock and stone pebbles, I’m gurgling vengeance/ head of steam I spit fire when I swallow astringents/ a gaping hole is taking souls, to the hollowest cringes/ take a fall from scraping walls, into sparkling trenches/ to achieve these costly dreams you start bargaining wishes/ you take a stand I’m breaking legs, as you carnally witness/ I’m wreaking havoc sleep in caskets, and pardon these stench’s/
In a city without watchdogs,
The fox is the overseer.