my corpse,
chasing doom, with a face of gloom
the heart you think beats in a rhythmn can change its tune
adrenalin becomes dangerous soon, unknowin agents loom
blood vessels stain the flume, & all our actions are still in vein
& feelings came, my mind contorts to the point you'd feel insane
both of us kneel the same, my counterpart, in appealing fame
as i wait along a sunset for you to die again and steal the pain
massive reflection, live alone, or face natural selection
but limitation doesnt exist ina quest to answer all questions
get stepped in, or the soot's climbed, ina hood of crime
whats after death? truth is, your guess is as good as mine
reincarnation applies time & time again, wat will patience imply?
'makes me rise to the occasion, before my dedication dies
i plan on redeamin more, death is just a long dream of course
so why do ppl spend what they try so hard finding a meaning for?
bleeding flaws, then again the importance is irrelevant,
when morality is based on what heaven or hell is ment
creativity thru history, & truelly its shaken son
so if there is one central god, its you, for making one
..
follow me, my corpse
from a rode leadin nowhere, to my casket deep
follow me, by force, or deeds done dasterdly
fighting for a future, I wont lose the battle
as a corpse follows me... creeping as my shadow