Cut the shit.
I’ve taken a little while
to reconcile all of this.
So what is it,
that tears away the favor
from your precious gift?
What is it,
that I’m supposed to submit
to;
believing in you?
I know all you know,
but somehow,
you have claimed the chair
above us, now.
I don’t think
that I care
enough to tear you
down.
It only looks like
you’re over me,
when I’m standing still.
I’m gone and you’re alone;
king of everything
and still
so helpless.
You claimed
you had touched the Sun;
well doesn’t everyone
who gets real high?
You said
you had seen Heaven;
well doesn’t everyone
who dies?
You said you received
wisdom from the sky;
well so does everyone
who lies.
If you think I’m
going to submit,
you must be out of your
fucking mind.
Cut the shit.
We’re all just living our lives.
You can’t keep us under your shell.
So quickly all of your kind
make everything resemble Hell.
I’m not gonna silence my discord,
I’ll work my own way
through the tide.
I don’t need the persuasion,
I’ll find my own way
to the sky.
HG – 2018
