Pariah King

It all spans out on a plane

Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains

The boy before the pain

Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane



It builds up, then it breaks down

It's your perception alone

Of grey hands taking control

But what can you do to prove it?



The flat waste of a life

How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife

There's an incline to the floor

And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door



It builds up, then it breaks down

But it's your perception alone

Of grey hands have taken control

But what can you do to prove it?

Look man, there's nothing to it



What are you really getting at when you sing?

There's something wrong and beautiful

Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king

The voice bleeds through the wall, "no Jimmy no"



It builds up, then it breaks down

It's your perception alone

With your hand over your mouth

God forbid it gets out

The grey hands have got you in tow

But what can you do to prove it?

Look boy, there's nothing to it



What are you really getting at when you sing?

It's something wrong and beautiful

Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king

The voice bleeds through the wall, "no Jimmy no"