Hi’ I’m the guitarist
slave to myself but also a master
Craniums Conjure powerful
and majestic thoughts
Laying out the blueprint,
for a soul revolution
Revolt cause contusions of
the drums dancing in your ear
Piercing loud goes the rift,
winds howl a storm is near
Thunder Intellect and grace (right in your face)
Amongst a different Pedestal
An entirely different race
Start to finishes I quench thirst
It’s a bit of a blood lust
The streets are Grimy and disgusting
Yet I miss nickel and dime’n
Dining on the freedom
Until Kazaam the magic I worked
Was put against me
My Stratocaster made an enemyA deathly beast named fame
Impossible to control
Crowds of thousand surround my skill
Force it to fold, Capture and rape it
Until it fits perfectly on their shelves
that’s called a recorded album
I am surrounded by thieves
Paparazzi calls my posse
None of them sat on the same street corners
Saw the horrors I wrote about
Sung the songs, or felt the tips of my fingers
After hours and hours of using my loved one
Wearing on her nerves, breaking her strings
For a hope of the very beast I’d now give back for freedom
FREEDOM
I wish I could have know its meaning
Willing now to revoke my pleasure
Against the starlight’s ( In love with the pale moon)
Never more is the stringed beauty to be the same
The Crowds have Disturbed it as it has I
Forever more doomed
Resilience matters not in hell
Eternities Bind hold my Sound
Every time that I am crowned I
Deny the withered throne
Only a madman would oblige
My soul means more to me
I Vomit at your demands
I Have Freedom
Death is an Option
Now I am One with the rifts