Swagmire.
I require blind eyes, till I reach the sky you've got them now, but it's only twice down. I'll lift you up, drag you out of this place, kill your compassion with such underclass grace. 24/7, all I ever do, invent, create, cook up some feuds. Me, myself and one of a few, one of a kind, unlocking everyday, and thanks to you come to mind. Thanks for the hate, and the glazed over eyes, and for the sweetness of your sugarcoated lies. An olive branch over the heart hurts more than 6 arrows in my back, punch me on top, maybe I need to get high like that. Blue skies at night time, black death is extinct. The flame is gone, but the fire burns my soles on the track, do you know who we are? I piss excellence and puke greatness, and lose it all down the drain, but I don't have the ammo to get all I have left, from my brain.
