The Cycle-Promethius
Closed eyes and a cry signal your existence
were they ever open? Innocence apparently linked to appearance
but a shared future and a vision, a mother just gave birth to fire
the modern Prometheus flash forward to a wrecked Honda and burning tires
burned rubber couldn't afford an escape, it couldn't afford It years prior
Forty-Love, advantage death, I never could acquire
Steel inching to my heart, fast forward the VCR
The blackout come quicker fade to ER
In hell I are, or going to be sooner than later
Hooked up to an IV? I'd sooner need pen and paper
write down my last thoughts, who gave birth to fire?
God, the Son, or Eve's desires?
I desire freedom of thought but your freedom is a new cage for me
Concrete and asphalt is just another raging sea
We all suffocate in our own heirs
heirs to vindictive violence and burdens that lie bare
Closed eyes and a cry signal your existence
were they ever open? Innocence apparently linked to appearance
but a shared future and a vision, a mother just gave birth to fire
the modern Prometheus flash forward to a wrecked Honda and burning tires
burned rubber couldn't afford an escape, it couldn't afford It years prior
Forty-Love, advantage death, I never could acquire
Steel inching to my heart, fast forward the VCR
The blackout come quicker fade to ER
In hell I are, or going to be sooner than later
Hooked up to an IV? I'd sooner need pen and paper
write down my last thoughts, who gave birth to fire?
God, the Son, or Eve's desires?
I desire freedom of thought but your freedom is a new cage for me
Concrete and asphalt is just another raging sea
We all suffocate in our own heirs
heirs to vindictive violence and burdens that lie bare
exposed, so I know you see it, with bloody hands we speak the Lord's Prayer
Bloody Kings too poor to afford life, defibrillators, thank god for taxpayers.
and I could say a book is only as good as its last page
So tell me is your coal still hot when your world is set ablaze?
Born from a furnace, and burning for 7670 days.
I took my fire and expressed it in a different way
I'm not a product of different ashes, I'm of the same flame, but a different kind
I'm not hunted because I'm a criminal, my past, or my timeline
I'm a danger because I'm undefined
un-categorized, won't find me in the classifieds.
This knowledge is classified, I'm thinking outside the box don't let Pandora kill you
Screaming unconscious but sometimes even you can't hear you
where differences are magnificent and you're put on a pedestal
below a noose, or strapped to a rock because I'm an anomaly unacceptable
years of recycled fire, recycled thoughts, they made me food for the hawks
I became food for my thoughts.
I woke up to the police and 350 watts
Chalked silhouettes drawn in parking lots.
I lie next to the culprit unconscious, shackled to his feet
his mind been shackled since birth so overcoming set defeat
is something he never did, burning the hands that held the keys
Who really done it? It was the baby 20 years ago holding a grenade in the backseat.
It was written when he cried, before he opened his eyes.
Bloody Kings too poor to afford life, defibrillators, thank god for taxpayers.
and I could say a book is only as good as its last page
So tell me is your coal still hot when your world is set ablaze?
Born from a furnace, and burning for 7670 days.
I took my fire and expressed it in a different way
I'm not a product of different ashes, I'm of the same flame, but a different kind
I'm not hunted because I'm a criminal, my past, or my timeline
I'm a danger because I'm undefined
un-categorized, won't find me in the classifieds.
This knowledge is classified, I'm thinking outside the box don't let Pandora kill you
Screaming unconscious but sometimes even you can't hear you
where differences are magnificent and you're put on a pedestal
below a noose, or strapped to a rock because I'm an anomaly unacceptable
years of recycled fire, recycled thoughts, they made me food for the hawks
I became food for my thoughts.
I woke up to the police and 350 watts
Chalked silhouettes drawn in parking lots.
I lie next to the culprit unconscious, shackled to his feet
his mind been shackled since birth so overcoming set defeat
is something he never did, burning the hands that held the keys
Who really done it? It was the baby 20 years ago holding a grenade in the backseat.
It was written when he cried, before he opened his eyes.
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