The Wicked End

Dropstep and divine
Breathing fire from these
Smoke-filled lungs of mine
Drop back and define
Breathing desire from these
Thoughts I've buried inside
Come taste the power of a twisted mind
Laced with gunpowder and bathed in cyanide
Choose your poison, there's a fire growing
Behind closed doors
Aching to consume you to the bone
To turn these ages to ash and
Your eyes into embers, these coal black nights
Will shine as bright as the pages behind
These letters
And bring this back to the safety we never had
Beauty like an oil-soaked rag
Set aflame and blamed in the aftermath
For burning every bridge that dared cross my path
In a sea of madmen and fools
I am the lunatic dream
The altered reality, the cocaine in your coffee
The trail of blood you leave when
Cruel sanity cuts into the skin
Breathing life into
The last stop on the line
Breathing the only truth
You'll ever want to divine
And never want to define
I am the fire you've been dying to ignite
Inside</p> <p>Drop step, get out of line
Taste the divine in life
Come taste the power
Of a passionate mind
I burn eternal
That you could come to know
The night.