The Eternal
They pick up their swords
They say the pen is mightier than the sword
Of course the sword can break down my door
And stab me right in the core
Then I ask what was I writing for?
If I write someone will deprive me of pride
If I write I'll go unoticed every end of a night
Midnight lets the dark consume the path of right
Don't let me be consumed by whats normal in your sight
In your eyes, I mute my voice
In your eyes, I have no choice
In your eyes, I follow the same rythym
Meant to nod in submission in repitition without petition
A sick dispostion to obey an image cast
Upon a people they could never finish as
The models of perfection forcefully depicted
No one questions that if it ever existed
Or is it a figment that we live with
Like the body of Aphrodite, a myth
Media like wikipedia, consantly changed
Morals quarrel with society, constantly rearranged
Won't somebody challenge the people? If not the world?
Find the brightest soul to reveal the blurs
Then in my mind occurs Im somebody
I've awakend before everybody
Forget following the rest thats asleep
I pick up the pen and embrace when they have the sword to keep
The sword breaks the body with vigor
The word of the pen penetrates the worst sinner
Your soul burns out, you've already died
You only live once was all you implied
Tried to the end until your last breath
All that's left is a forgettable death
The death of the strongest voice, never
Power for the better
Everlasting ether
Forever