No no, I won't play these games with you
there will be no back and forth
Your soul's black and coarse
from starting so many fires
and standing close by as it smolders
It's torture
I'm stepping bolder

If we were gentlemen
we would both hold swords
and every parry
and thrust in every
direction
would raise the stakes in Canterbury

You work in darkness
and only a blister among its minions
that just so happened to swell
to disproportionate dimensions
and caught hold of a current,
with no knowledge of withersoever it runs

I'm speaking to a mirror
with diamonds and high lighting
and a reflection of society
but nevermind them

The spokesperson
who wants to own skill
and play for half a mil
cut another deal
and make an impression
But in your countenance I see adolescence
getting killed
But nevermind them

Grow a mountain
but can't foot the bill
leave them hanging
from every last syllable!

Shh shh quiet now
because in silence wisdom is found
and connected to the inner chambers
the most Holy of Holy
will always still own me
And in these genes
you can see what I mean
Divinity is like a line
connecting the dots

Now quiet I say,
don't make a sound
When muted in darkness
a shrill is dispensed
piercing the soul
in two

Drawing a line in the sand
we'll shake hands
and face off
and let the better part
get the better of you