WHITE COLLAR CRIMINALS - Voice lyrics

rate me

I gave pause to the world and now they complain it's raining cats and dogs,

Leaving bloodthirsty strategists with their backs to the red cross

The bet's lost, kiss it goodbye, lipsticky cash exchanges hands

An explorer with pens, formative trips to the last and greatest land

Surveyed the grave expanse of desert, started to rain dance

Two left feet in a cottonmouth, cobras remain entranced

Hypnotically swaying to the rhythm of words uttered under my breath

Soulful syllables playing limbo in nerf inertia, summoners wept

But all tear ducts were desiccated so the drought remained

I shouted names in vain until my voice was pain, cowards gained

A measure of courage in my futility, villainy arose

Laying siege to ramparts pillaging artilleries of prose

Bodies of work debilitated, will is faded sepia tones

Flood the coffers with syrup and please just leave me alone

Leukemia, paper cranes dangle, from antiseptic walls

The king of Narnia and other phantom lands is left to crawl

Chorus: Letters are the seconds, syllables are minutes

Words go by as hours and a day equates a sentence

Paragrahs can last a week and months become our esseays

So we speak for years to reach your ears with the voice (twice)

Verbal acrobat, practice battle raps to keep the mind groomed

Fine tuned, volley with the volume in my room

And time soon consumes all and doom falls

Like the darkness of night over the city...harvest the light

Make shards of the mic - fragmented poetry

Leave scars when I write - ask and you know it's me

Supposedly brandishing my banished bane as bandage

Making love with the language, languish my anguish

I think, therefore I sink further into depression

Pushed over the brink by a fink's stirring impression

Of me at my very worst...but the words murder repression

So lack of fertile expression is sure to bring the regression

Full circle - see, once I held the world within my sweaty grasp

But I lost my grip and now the planet's spinning out of control

And my life is tugged along for the ride till I take hold

Of the voice ... the siren's song speaks to save my soul

Little league parents chant with blind rape, kids are taught discipline

The shortest fuse lit for you, take a straw sip it in

Liquid in half of it while the other share is gaseous

Postcards from the edge of phone callers beds in happinness

Abbey is sadly sick, violin crying songs of dread

Lying under oath's electric blanket tryin not to sweat

Fearing the toll, but curiosity's addictive

Why does he keep talkin to himself, it's probably a sickness

Busy building kingdoms with your callously discarded words

Fallacy and farce from a galaxy afar where stars disperse

Bards converse under the shade of olive groves, knowledge grows

Walking down polished roads with squalid troves

But only Gollum knows how the author's conditioned

Shake the cobwebs, free glistening though in gossamer prisons

Taught to enlist thought and factor chapters of images

Think tank caterpillar tracks leading back to the chrysalis

Chorus twice

The passion of a lifetime is tapped within my satisfaction

As I watch the hands go round and round and round and...

The last time the ink spiled from my quill onto the parchment

It stained her scarlet once it found the sound

Wed to the arpeggio, hobbled artisan apostle

Plucking feathers from the crown of Quetzecoatl

To lay before my angel as she floats across the chapel

To stand before the altar and bleed upon the gospel

My heart leaps from my chest like Asteroth swingin a battle axe

Once the music starts...madness in my eyes

Mesmerized by murderous intent, I'm furthering the pent

Up rage welling within my breast...until my services are spent

Worshipping the second hand following the first to bend

And twist around my words again...

The voice warping the clock into a whirlpool

Drowned in time till I emerge; a djinn immersed in Zen