Viva la Rebellion
I take it all in
And then I spit it out
Like a hurricane coming
Toward your famine and drought
And as the rain keeps coming
And the sun won’t sun
And the birds won’t sing
And hives all die
I’m a wave to your summer
While you’re at the beach
And skies are clear
And your mind is at ease
Topheth is stacked with an abundance of wood
Woe to the kings who are up to no good
Woe to the nations of blasphemous glory
The beginning of light is the end of your story
Woe is the sulfur that comes down like rain
It’s the end of drought and the beginning of pain
Woe is the fire that sets it ablaze
The flood of the righteous at the end of dayz
I got problems in my head
Sometimes I say the things I wish I didn’t said
Sometimes I do the things that really make so sense
Sometimes I lay around all day and fart in the bed
I got lizardz in my mind
I can feel them taking over from time to time
Sometimes it feels like my body isn’t mine
At times I feel I got no choice but to die
I got venom in my veins
Bloodfire that shoots before it aims
What happens when you shake a snow globe? A whirlwind disseminates around whatever masterpiece lies beneath. And as that masterpiece awaits patiently to be revealed, the shaker continues to shake and shake and shake, as though chaos is more amusing than art.
