Nigma
03-26-2013, 04:26 AM
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Black and White Balanced on a Dragon's Scale
The wings of an artist blur the picture as it's painting the lines
Head in the clouds, brainstorming to maintain the current reign in its mind
The day the stars align will mark the sighting of Leviathon across our skies
The foster child of Mother Earth and Father Time have spawned inside him
When this monster rises, modern eyes will see it falsely like the Cross of Christ
Causing flaws to crawl and hide inside of all the raw exalted minds..
Sitting in the midst of the obnoxious it gives the gift of confidence
A global shift in conciousness in all of what remains of living populace
A holocaust in which the Keepers of the Knowledge will insist is an accomplishment
To maintain the greatness theres no shame in taking pages from our killers text
With mourning comes the dawn of our new age, we'll call it civil rest
The pain of reminiscing happy days within a widows chest
Cascades the light together with the darkness like a silhoette
It's in that very knowledge I flourish because I work to achieve it
Every word that I'm preaching reversing curses and my courage increases
A verbal burglary churning, certainly purging away all my personal demons
When the stars align maybe man will wake up to see we're governed my the master of mayhem
Rearrange the letters of Santa to Satan and see that money is his cancerous agent
Hard to crack away when any act to betray his faith is labelled as a blasphemous statement
Fufilling pascifist plans slowly as the growth of a rose as it's passing the pavement
Feeling trapped as we're standing here waiting for a better man to sever the cords
Maybe giving in to a couple of demons is needed to seek out the better reward..
Percieving the balance of evil and good is whats needed for people to weather the storm
Indebted to the veteran norm, pent up while the light of sky dims away
Tethered to bed full of thorns, sent there as the final night builds to day
The timing is right for the start of extinguishing flames, they dimish in fade
Combining the light and the dark for it is the mission of victims to live in the grey
As did Gandolf before the heavens repented his darkness and stripped it away
Best quickly be gripping your fate or you'll wither away
Since death seems a blessing when living in the midst of decay
Black and White Balanced on a Dragon's Scale
The wings of an artist blur the picture as it's painting the lines
Head in the clouds, brainstorming to maintain the current reign in its mind
The day the stars align will mark the sighting of Leviathon across our skies
The foster child of Mother Earth and Father Time have spawned inside him
When this monster rises, modern eyes will see it falsely like the Cross of Christ
Causing flaws to crawl and hide inside of all the raw exalted minds..
Sitting in the midst of the obnoxious it gives the gift of confidence
A global shift in conciousness in all of what remains of living populace
A holocaust in which the Keepers of the Knowledge will insist is an accomplishment
To maintain the greatness theres no shame in taking pages from our killers text
With mourning comes the dawn of our new age, we'll call it civil rest
The pain of reminiscing happy days within a widows chest
Cascades the light together with the darkness like a silhoette
It's in that very knowledge I flourish because I work to achieve it
Every word that I'm preaching reversing curses and my courage increases
A verbal burglary churning, certainly purging away all my personal demons
When the stars align maybe man will wake up to see we're governed my the master of mayhem
Rearrange the letters of Santa to Satan and see that money is his cancerous agent
Hard to crack away when any act to betray his faith is labelled as a blasphemous statement
Fufilling pascifist plans slowly as the growth of a rose as it's passing the pavement
Feeling trapped as we're standing here waiting for a better man to sever the cords
Maybe giving in to a couple of demons is needed to seek out the better reward..
Percieving the balance of evil and good is whats needed for people to weather the storm
Indebted to the veteran norm, pent up while the light of sky dims away
Tethered to bed full of thorns, sent there as the final night builds to day
The timing is right for the start of extinguishing flames, they dimish in fade
Combining the light and the dark for it is the mission of victims to live in the grey
As did Gandolf before the heavens repented his darkness and stripped it away
Best quickly be gripping your fate or you'll wither away
Since death seems a blessing when living in the midst of decay