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They wanna know why my poetic thoughts are only dark
The negative causes sparks that start the translation from my impaired heart
Looking at the bottle of tequila, to me it's half empty
Can't write like this unless it affects me
Seems like even my reflection is out to get thee
My cynical though clinical, is the pinnacle of how I channel my spiritual
Might be too used to the darkness from within
But it keeps me sharp and ready for the genesis of the end
Had so many thoughts of evil deeds and giving in
You'd think I was either Mephistopheles son, or the create of sin
No where near the word regal
I was born single so I might as well die single
Soul hits do more than tingle
On those dark days my pad, pen, and liquor always mingle
People think it's a gift known as my written
If they only knew my vision they'd call it forbidden wisdom
The dealer dealt the losing hand caused by divine intervention
It took my innocence, put it in submission then locked it in a prism
So I stare at it with the devil's poison from which I'm always sippin
The past is done, so the future is mine to make, take, or break
My twisted mind state is mine, no need to follow
Besides, I'm in a pool of despair that's no longer shallow
Should feel empty but something makes sure I'm never hollow
There's a shot of destiny on the table that I'm afraid to swallow
My mind's eyes is dark, but it ain't too dark to see tomorrow...
The negative causes sparks that start the translation from my impaired heart
Looking at the bottle of tequila, to me it's half empty
Can't write like this unless it affects me
Seems like even my reflection is out to get thee
My cynical though clinical, is the pinnacle of how I channel my spiritual
Might be too used to the darkness from within
But it keeps me sharp and ready for the genesis of the end
Had so many thoughts of evil deeds and giving in
You'd think I was either Mephistopheles son, or the create of sin
No where near the word regal
I was born single so I might as well die single
Soul hits do more than tingle
On those dark days my pad, pen, and liquor always mingle
People think it's a gift known as my written
If they only knew my vision they'd call it forbidden wisdom
The dealer dealt the losing hand caused by divine intervention
It took my innocence, put it in submission then locked it in a prism
So I stare at it with the devil's poison from which I'm always sippin
The past is done, so the future is mine to make, take, or break
My twisted mind state is mine, no need to follow
Besides, I'm in a pool of despair that's no longer shallow
Should feel empty but something makes sure I'm never hollow
There's a shot of destiny on the table that I'm afraid to swallow
My mind's eyes is dark, but it ain't too dark to see tomorrow...
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