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i’m a projectile pilot ready for a dog fight

climb inside a bullet and i strap in tight

look down to the end of the barrel n see the light

as we meet it head on scope sight click pull flight

into the sky with a flash you better cover your eyes

how can you co-pilot this hollow point if you go blind

stay in the moment cuz if you miss it can’t click rewind

that’s how it is kid gotta get it right the first time



so smooth our trajectory as gravity

tries to pull us to the ground, but there’s too much speed

catchin pieces of history a mystery

surrounds our arc as we reach the mark and there’s a scream

from the target as it starts to bleed in agony

be courageous as you gaze into the face of the beast

only the rage in this monstrosity is what you see

and it’s enough to curdle blood as you jump outta your dream



from underneath the bed it crawls out

don’t move don’t think don’t breathe don’t shrink

death grip your flashlight still it falls out

and drops and clinks and fades and blinks

the shadows on the wall will call out

they dance they creep they laugh they shriek

don’t let your fear show cuz it draws out

dark thoughts dark breeds dark souls dark dreams



but dark nights all have a remedy



in the sunlight beams from the sky like grenades

caught in the crossfire flyin in a game of charades

between the light of the night and the light of the day

somehow the reflection thinks that he invented the game

while arguments erupt the sun still shines on the face

of the shadow that’s been plotting for ages to replace

the source with a show of force in cascades

of mutiny but the light stays calm and just waits



i found the cure for the plague that’s infected the globe

gotta endure the sickness till i find my way home

this one pure medication cleansed me down to my soul

you can be sure there’s only one vaccine to make you whole

cuz all the rest are synthetic yet billions of em are sold

it’s easier than a treatment that you gotta uphold

to cover up the symptoms temporary control

nobody’s callin your bluff cuz they don’t want you to know



that underneath the skin they’re still bruised

just like i was just like you are

and everyone they touch gets abused

from hurt and pain from hidden scars

it’s just what happens when you refuse

to live for real to live the truth

eventually they’ll see through your ruse

light spreads like fire light shows the proof