Taured's Syndrome

[Intro] [Spoken Word] [Dramatic Piano Stabs] [Simple Bass Kick Pulse] Sometimes peeple see the shmile and they get mistaken. ... They here the gentle tone and miss Tore-reds syndrome. ... Either way... ... Somehow they get it twisted. [Build] [Verse] Eyes directed low as the chin dips down, Isolation strolls, as it tries ta go without a sound People point'n laugh— Gathered ta clap at the clown. Schoolyard rock— it's no shock, he's the talk'a the town. Brew-zes on the back, the kid has got a knack fer getting shmacked. Constantly attacked, never cut no slack, detention got him sitting in the back where the blackboards fuzzier than the half baked Math. But them bad grades talk, to both moms and pops. So them knocks don't stop, got hims cap hidin' nots. Knuckles nock atop his desk as each topic is discussed. Full of disconnect built on broken trust. [Chorus] The teacher gets mad, says he treets it like a game. Nobody seems to notice— Indifference shields the pain. Sometimes his only wish, was— To be the man without a name. But... that boy grew up.... I'm a hand drawn flame. I'm a hand drawn flame! I'm a hand drawn flame. [Verse] Little dog, big-oh stick, speak I quit, jibber-ish— I-move-I-stick, flight pilot, Pure bred Pitt, on the scent. Gump's no grinch, lumps come quick, sixth sense clinch— time skip fists. Yup time bends, mindlessness, fights end swift, opposition flipped. [Build] I've climbed the jagged walls too high to ever fall. Broken is my dead name— I identify as My Balls. I'm Skull and Bones upon a flag— a shark attack. For every stick and stone who's mark has touched my back. I'm every bad word this bothered mind has ever heard. I'm the doubt, I'm the question, I'm the cancer, I'm the Cure. I'm the dungeon, I'm the danger, I'm the button in the curse. I'm the lever that you pulled— I'm the current in the hearse. I'm the leather, I'm the welt, I'm unbuckled by the belt. I'm the sum of each devotion— Each emotion that I've felt. I'm the breakdown, I'm the incline, I'm the "Why the flux doesn't life have a Rewind"!! The king of hindsight, hand sliced and lost in a landslide. But its... alright. [Chorus 2] The creature gets mad, says he's treated like a game. Nobody seems to notice— As his pose shifts into Aim. Sometimes my only wish, was— To be the man without a name. But... man, I'm the oil, I'm the pan.... I'm a hand drawn flame. I'm a hand drawn flame! I'm a hand drawn flame!! I'm a hand drawn flame!!! [Post-Chorus] I'm the calm before the storm The fallout, Wintered warm I'm the mercy— yet the nursings full of scorn. The tender Lion with a mind amplified by inner war. I'm the line I crossed before. And now I'm so much more. I'm the flesh, the scar, the score. [8 Bar Instrumental] [Bridge] [Spoken Word] A predator hides behind the the gentle nature... Watching over each echo of vulnerability... It watches, lip curled... Teeth exposed... I hear it growl a fever hum... in my blood... Pulse tight around my neck.... Dejavu beating in my ears.... Synonyms tasting like the stale popcorn Grandma gave you two years before she passed twenty years ago... today... What? I'm trying to behave.... [Final Chorus] The creature stays mad, says I'm treated like a game. Nobody's even safe— If they— caught up in his Aim. Now my only wish, is— To be the Man without his Pain. But... man, I'm the oil, I'm the pan.... I'm a hand drawn flame. I'm a hand drawn flame! I'm a hand drawn flame!! I'm a hand drawn flame!!! [Post-Chorus] I'm the calm before the storm The fallout, Wintered warm I'm the mercy— yet the nursings full of scorn. The tender Lion with a mind amplified by inner war. I'm the line I crossed before. And now I'm so much more. I'm the flesh, the scar, the score. The "What the hex in store"? [Outro] I'm the calm before the storm The fallout, Wintered warm I'm the mercy— yet the nursings full of scorn. The tender Lion with a mind amplified by inner war. I'm the line I crossed before. And now I'm so much more. I'm the flesh, the scar, the score. The "What the hex in store"?