Isolationism

Faced my demons long ago and killed off those crooked fiends

Still the shoulder devils' are too scared to even look at me

I'm missin' my lifes warmth, my soul's gettin' colder

Brain still fueled constructin' the next magnum opus

 

I'm nothin' but a degenerate yet still royalty

To myself, yes I refuse your false loyalty

I'm here to save the day, the girl, your life too

With the fumes in my hood, my mental residue

 

Sharper than the edge of a wristless razor

Underdog in the mind like a parentless boy's waiter

Never succumbing to the simplest of acts

Not for me, that's the next simpletons task

 

The coldest of steel I feel, shreddin through your fabrics

Streams like Quentin movie, it's a little graphic

Assassins silent movement surprises the minds of brutes,

Peachy the boy's addicted to the stone fruits

 

Sadistically slaughtering men ritrualistically

Cap takes foes on one by one, artistically,

No sun, no soul, nothin' to look at the world and hold on

Lookin' for the lover, the giver, the final debutante