Whack-a-Droid prod by AnnoDomini

I'ma start at a gallop not at a play

stating the nature of the true game

the worth of my walk is when I try to stop

the pain of the people enraged as they drop

enraged as they drop

enraged as they drop

the pain of the people enraged as they drop

I've never been the type of guy to shy away when the heat gets high

'cuz I get by on the rise of adrenalin that screams by my eyes

and I focus my time on the fire inside when it's time to line up and drive

through the trials that pile and defy when the storms and hit the skies

the greatest tests in life often catch you by surprise

find yourself up against something huge in size

and some say life's greatest cargo comes across quiet seas

I cross this out with ease like a disease that hits first try so it would seem

picking the pits, stocking the pocks, and marking the spot while the kill is still hot

and scream with the heat as I steep in my sleep with the dreams that I will still spill this ill rot

shaking my head against them and the violence that pry apart signs that reside in the silence

the highness rises like eyeless irises, viruses down a spine despite spinelessness

This heart blood plays

vengeance is mine I don't care what the Lord says

This heart blood play

Into my hands are my enemies delivered this day x2

so I pull you from your sleeping state and take payment for your worst mistakes

recall the way you made me stay and engaged my assistance with your endless hate

now it's all mine to take, this vengeance you had slated becomes my thirst to slake

it hurts when I wake, when I rattle and shake, as the frozen beads break and I rise first to take

the matter in hand like a man, with a plan dancing around in his mind on demand

fanning the flames that I crave until I have again achieved a grave command

breathing the fire of raving rage that brings the needed strength to my stand

as I quench that burning brand in your breath-burdened chest and let the fiery heat expand

I stare at your soul as the light fizzles out with a song in my mouth that hangs without doubt

I realize the pressure is dark like a stout and lost like a voice buried within a shout.

 

and thus I have orchestrated the end

....damn...