Nightdream

The shadow sets into cold nights
as music I make in order to break
the shackles of deceit that weigh you down
make you frown, turn your understanding
of the world upside down,

I feel like knowing all my life
made me 100 years older
and my suppressed blood-lust made me 100
times colder,
Bolder then a boulder I dropped on you
from distance with total precision
And the broken blocks aren't as heavy as
breaking rocks with a pick axe,
cuz you got locked up by a bunch of twats,
fat cats,
fat chance, just a glance at your case,
you as well have raped,
and shot an orphan in a ditch,
you got caught growing weed? What a bitch.