air poured my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms the land ravaged in the wake of this ground war the quintessential outlaw eye of the storm my tears fall as a torrential downpour the flood your death wish written in blood i came in from the cold clothes dripping with mud gripping a club primitive as stig of the dump swinging a punch the bad seed pick of the bunch i drink black rain take another swig and i m drunk taste venom on the tip of my tongue my lips cold spitting out toxins i couldn t dissolve or withhold i never sold my soul for fool s gold so i m still free but too numb to feel pity some broke down now the steel city s a ghost town snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets seasons of espionage as time passes the lion hearted survival of the hardest artist my open arms embrace darkness still craving carnage and infamy but even parasites starve in this carcass of industry you can see me as cynical trapped in my own gothic vision encapsulating chaos in this composition calculated like the lies of a politician gripping the slingshot i size up the opposition i drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise fire water falling from these grey skies to painted train lines chrome over red brick reflective like a gemstone in a cesspit jehst gives belief to a skeptic the truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic infected by the forked tongue of a liar now my thoughts are the colour of fire and my night s spent bunnin the kaya unspired by the freak show i see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke my words are folklore that survived the cold war new world order and so forth i go north ankle deep in snowfall leaping over dry stone walls with a holdall steam clouds rise from my fiery breath it s the last twilight before the silence of death 