
Even If You Cry (Rasta-Ska SikNasteeness🤌)
IT’LL BE ALRIIIIGHT… (…EVEN IF YOU CRY!) Your tears are the currency I spit in your face, A banquet of sorrow, I feast on disgrace. You begged for comfort, I gave you the knife, It’ll be alright… when I gut your life. IT’LL BE ALRIGHT! (Spoken in venom — a sarcastic lullaby) EVEN IF YOU CRY! (Your screams are lullabies to me!) Choke on your silence — drown in your shame, I’ll carve “comfort” into your veins! Laymen tears, I weaponize, Every sob a hymn to your demise. I strip the light, I shatter the spine, Your hollow hope is mine to grind. IT’LL BE ALRIIIIIGHT! EVEN IF YOU SCREAM! I’m the choir of torment — I’m the blood in your dream! Comfort is a curse — Hope is a chain — Your tears are gasoline — And I’m the FLAME! IT’LL BE ALRIIIIGHT! WHEN I CRUSH YOUR BONES TO DUST! EVEN IF YOU CRY! I WILL FEED UNTIL I’M JUST… NOTHING LEFT TO BLEED! NOTHING LEFT TO SCREAM! IT’LL BE ALRIIIIGHT… WHEN YOU ROT BENEATH ME!


