Torment

I hate it when she lies to me I guess that makes me a hypocrite Sick of this You can all blame saint Nicolas That’s not figurative Feel the pain now picture it just disappear into the mist Sick of the pillows I cuddle to rest Sick of sleeping on my own when I could be in your bed Would it be for the best if we moved on and let all the love that is left between us slowly end Doesn’t mean there won’t be moments when I cannot cope Stuck with all of these emotions like a kingdom of torment Like my kingdom of torment Call me Malcolm Mckaulkin Cuz I’m so sick of being home alone Comatose from an overdose When I smoke a cone then I throw the bowl Cold as snow cuz I sold my soul Who’s at the phone someone i don’t know But I have a bone to pick like Al Capone Don’t wear deodorant or cologne Unload their ordinance at your door Just don’t dare hope and wish for a war Cuz your bare bones will sit on the floor No hair or skin left on your corpse Nowhere left for him to go You’d better forfeit this shit before You get left here motionless and broken This is my Kingdom of torment Live with my sin till I’m frozen Visit my crypt if I’m killed without warning Witness the moment start filling with mourning Witnessing each moment that these morning stars drift into orbit Darkness begins by absorbing Large clouds of mist while they’re forming our crowd is known for exploding but never know for conforming Marching out of every fortress now my forces are approaching Heartless opponents are under the dirt Harshest employment they’re over this work Cover the carpets with corpses Colour the curtains with four coats of paint Other than nervous I’m sort of faint Ask the lord but I wont be your saint Rap is more then just gangsters with pain Practice more and the answers will stay Trapped in your head long after our race gets erased from the face of the planet we live on today This world we call earth we must all treat with care Cuz if we don’t care for her then mother earth will only turn out even worse What was heard was wonderful and underrated I get underestimated when I reach the underworld In other words I’m over worked and unaware of orders served Fuck wits backing down And backing out While I’m skulling down the kraken now You could never knock me down And I know for a fact you can’t knock me out See me down the street try to lock me out See me in your dreams try to block me out Call me out now I’m in your head Calling out but there’s no one around Crawl all around but no one can help Make all that noise and yell But none of the sounds will end The flaming hounds of hell When they come up from the bowels of the depths With a growl that’s so dreadful and foul it’ll send All you cowering clowns to the vet Your a dog at the best and an awful little pest I want to take the day off and saw off your chest Chop off your neck and as for your legs you can sell them to necros or peg them off of the porch deck Dark lord I’m cold and remorseless Don’t wage any wars if winnings hopeless End up frozen in the ice cuz you just stepped up to the coldest End up broken like my next opponent And the messed up notions I must set in motion If I felt emotions I’d resent the moment and regret every time that I failed to focus Neo from the Matrix I am the chosen One of a kind I’m the one cunt that you shouldn’t fuck with Drinking beers with my peers till the year that I’m free from the fear I unleash here you can hear the cheers So clear you can almost see it creeping near Once this beast is unleashed There’s no one who could compete There’s no more Mr Nice guy till I am complete Until I finally achieve what I’ve tried to for years But I’m blinded by my fear makes me believe I’m not ready So I don’t get anywhere close to where I should be There’s no one that I can lay the blame on but me I’m just sick and tired of always being lazy This is my Kingdom of torment Live with my sin till I’m frozen Visit my crypt if I’m killed without warning Witness the moment start filling with mourning Till it’s the morning stars drift into orbit Darkness begins by absorbing Large clouds of mist are approaching Hunters are heartless opponents Under the harshest employment Cover the carpets with corpses Colour the curtains with four coats of paint Other than nervous I’m sort of faint Ask the lord but I wont be your saint Rap is more then just gangsters with pain Practice more and the answers will stay Trapped in your head long after our race gets erased from the face of the planet we live on today