Locked up in a brain that never ceases to hurt; walking I drag myself through thoughts of filth and dirt. Incarcerated wars rage on as I shoot my gun; exonerated I live in a sky that has no sun. Only justice in me is the notion of being a son; still continuing on I pace this road alone – at my side none.
Asylums in my head institutionalize the boy I once was; no one said I must watch out for the fine print clause. With my feet on the ground I strain with no surprise; can’t deny snorting allows me the strength to open my eyes. Many love to judge from their fiery seats of hell; don’t worry – one day the real Judge will come and ring your bell.
Released and incorporated brought devastation to the innocence I once was; unbeknownst to my soul was I to the danger that quickly draws. Running I wanted to hide from the monsters that called out to me; alone in world I have to live without having the ability to be – without sight I have to walk a dark road without being able to see. This has been the card dealt to me; a card that only assures a life full of sorrow and no glee. Yet, I will survive this treacherous path which has been set by thee; know that my strength shall rise from the ashes without regret – trouble-free!
Though I live a life which has been incriminated there is no doubt that I will not be eliminated. Having sailed through the roughest seas I have seen what comes and is to be. Some may want my head in a silver platter, but trust me – even if I died like John the Baptist it shall not matter! So, go – go and sing your praises of judgment and hate, for in my days shall you see me succeeding in the hand of fate.
Have seen my future... and it holds the key.
Have seen my future... and it cries out to me.
Forever shall I thrive under the mighty hand that protects; all that wish me ill shall be the ones I will reject. Your bitter ends shall be something I will expect... for I have seen my future and it comes with great effects!
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