Man in black to rape my soul, take me whole, and kill me.
Crows in vain are carried, buried, haven't seen what's in
me.
Definitions vary, wary, dissonant the lights are singing,
bringing me the trophy, prophets willing me to conquest,
and I protest, weary, sharing all my understandings,
savings meaningful and raging, aging they are in me.

Self corruptive angles, strangers, people in the misty
midst.
Demolishing behavior, you're my savior, you're my fist.
Absolutely nothing, something has to have a meaning, shit,
I cant see beyond my fist, in through the mist, the battle,
whistling love songs with a deadly pace, feeding on your
grace,
your bidding, laughing from the joke is promptly ended with
a twist.

Violently taken, cold bloodily forsaken, black beaks cant
stop pecking.

Loveably murdered, warmth in the knife swung, there's no
mistaking.