Art Writaz - Anthem oF Strength
Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Lyrics
Once upon a time a puppet strayed his chains
A part of him died, it suffocated his pain
Angry ghost of a mad man, haunted by wise words
Lay me down the tears of sad trails
Through the gauntlet, eye to eye, as I learned
To mind mine if I'm hurt
In the back of a thought, still waters run deep
With the lack of the lost, we'll wander unleashed
Angel on his shoulder, saying it's to cold for
Him to pray the heat is over,
the fire in his eyes just keeps getting closer
Demon in his heart, you can see it in his arm
You can read it's written on, bleeding ink, it's stitched and carved
In the frame of a broken home
Man stands his grave, it's demanded he lay
Fit his hands and his legs
With a fist in the air, and a boot to the ground
He's standing to stay
Hand him a fate, finger prints on the mirror
Reflect the man in the frame
It's the man I been saying
It's the man I been saying
In this man I am made of
Is a man I've been saved from
Coiled hands I've been taken
Soiled prayers I am bathed in
Cleanse my soul through a stained
Withered rose I am praying
If she goes, I am staying
If she goes, I am waiting..
In these prose I am faced with
All I know I've mistaken
If the good and bad is weighed and
I'm the last to laugh with satan
Will I smirk first with angels
Is the mask sad or stained with
Tears of wordsworth, silently painted
Timelessly MADE is Making All Deaths Engraved
When all bets are paid, we all get to be saved
As my sins drown in holy water
I forget that I'm bathed
Death bed,
Mend these wings,
oF a wicked wanderer..
