No, no,

This isn’t right,

 Let’s change the channel

These young minds cannot comprehend this kind of bloodshed.

 

I’m afraid I’ve got bad news

Another bridge has gone up in flames

As it took its last gasp, desperate for a miracle in its lungs

I, the silhouette, have done this a thousand times

 

The black leather taps the back of my feet

And the wind combs me

As my piercing stare is a deadly weapon

But my tongue is deadlier should I let it out

 

The beast behind the smoke

Prowling for the next fool

Just so I can stop their heart 

With black clouds of smoke

 

I am a plague

I am a pest

And yet

None of me, is as bad as you

 

Bastards, I’m the one.

Do you think,

Think I’m stoppable?

Just ask the crippled Martyr 

 

I am cold

I justify 

And yet,

None of me is happy

 

This plan will go off without a hitch

Defense and offense,

Both at once

I control the moon, bitch

 

 

As toxic as I am

These creatures are just pathetic

I can’t stop hating

This heat just wont stop settling in

 

Instincts and orders

The tide has reached its peak

And silent wars

Cause all I need to do is hide in the sand

 

When I walk by, the flowers stop their bloom

Shivering back into ice

Cause they too, know my impending doom

It humors me

 

Fever! Fever! Fever! Fever! Fever! Fever!

Red covers my irises 

And my blood turns grey

As I keep swearing “never ever!”

 

I have him in my sights

My arrows are tipped with the most burning posion 

And feast on the victory

Just to rinse and repeat

 

Now close your eyes and 

Go to sleep

Because this world is burning

And I hold the match