Time has brought the wannabes to my demesne
Mortified when I saw their design
Hounds are bound to multiply I know I know
I'll pass the torch and crawl back in my hole
Will my message
Fall on deaf ears
When silence paints me a liar
Has been, deflated
My crumbling tower
Falls by the brick
The vultures encircling
Become the yes men
I deserve
Watch me fall from grace
So gracefully
Toward the center of everything
Time has brought the wannabes to my demesne
Mortified cause my time is fading
These hounds are bound to multiply I know I know
I'd pass the torch but that shit has burned out, burned out
Now my message falls on deaf ears
And silence paints me a liar
Has been, deflated
My crumbling tower falls by the brick
The vultures encircling become the yes men
I deserve
Watch me fall from grace so gracefully
As the world's turn inspires its fall
I douse myself in gasoline
At the center of everything
Does that paint me a coward?
I've felt ashamed the times I listen to those old songs
It no longer feels like music but corrective punishment
Because to hear myself of how I defaulted on life to decay in a corner
Elicits nothing but horror and regret
To hear the deformed pride dripping from every word
Its pestilence blighting what little passion remained
Sickening
I didn't realize it then, but it was pride that was slowly consuming me
It was out of pride I shut myself off
Out of pride I tainted the music with vanity
I didn't need their attention
I was not going to bow and scrape before them
For I had the underground