Peacerant

River drops on the edge of sanity,
Losing all stake in any kind of humanity,
Gravity has lost it's mighty strength
So they have therefore lost their will to move
Lot's of things have happened up till now
Things that make me wonder with a "HOW?"
Bugs in the brain don't eat very much until
The owner of said device tries, oh so hard, to fill
Eating good food, healthy stuff all day
But getting nowhere regardless, yay
How can the moon be so ungodly still
In this loud screaming evening of murderous shill
Lack of luster and anything else that bites
Losing sight of all that matters and mights
I don't know what to say
But that this is not a good day
One, rather, of reckoning the horrid torrent
Of torture and malice and fendalshit florence
I don't want to keep rhyming in rhythm
For the the fuck really cares about such stuff
The future may not be written or set
But the seems are so strong that it's difficult to get
Out of such visions that haunt like ninja
Each and every thought thought by such a head
Now is the time to end this crap
Say hello to the man who likes to rap
For I have done all I can, but no I haven't
I'm just saying that because I'm a lazy-ass

Yeah, you are a lazy-ass why do you deserve to live
When people to desire to work better than you die every day
Nothing can come out of the mouths of the innocent, fool
You just sit there contemplating the suicidal drool
That flabbers from your mouth like a dying earthworm
And drip drops onto the ground in an array of mirth term
Yeah, that didn't make any sense whatsoever
But who the fuck reads this shit anyways, no one clever
I'll tell you something that I've been holding in for a while
Now that we're alone here and you finally refuse to smile
If you don't get your shit together and start working
You will die of boredom (oh it's posssible), blindy sherking
Your face into the air with nothing but regret
That you refused to try when things to tough to set
You're a loser if you give up now, when you're almost done
Why can't you see that this is the time to begin having fun
Nothing to live for? Puh-lease, you're an ignoramus
Passion lives within you, so get your head out of your anus
And fucking live, you mother fucking fucker
Promise to like life to death, or be a sucker
You tell me which one of those sounds better
Look me straight in the eye and say you'll find no pleasure
You can and you will if you move around that swill
Of thoughtless inspiration that you've left to rot
Thankfully for you, it doesn't
Inspiration can only be hidden for so long from your top,
And when you find it, you'll wonder how you could ever've thought to stop
Such a wonderful thing as life
So don't do it, don't end all strife
Just live, and laugh at all the errors
That you used to call horrid terrors
Shoot for the stars, bro, and you may reach the sky
But shoot for heaven, so you can actually find the high

Now, about that lance that's stuck in your body,
It only pains you because you imagine it to
Make it disappear with your super awesome skills
Make it go away by thinking of amazing stuff

Good luck, brother of the hood
It's up to you to start the spark that ignites the gasoline
And only you can do it
Only you




Only you


Peace Y