Hands for nothing but a cold grip to let go Moving through the world like a ghost in an echo Contrived lies hosting the said sos, leaning on the shield I receive from my chest bone Dealing with the burden of health Establish what Ive paid for my own version of wealth I wish there was a promise here left for me to keep, but I been stuck waving the wand Im learning the spells Me with the dark, thats a church with the bells Me to the lights like a bird in a swell thats going to drown it I astound cynics that would disagree and border spite Look at wrong, label it as former right I approach father ego, let me live the orphan life Darkness headed forward on a course of light Force it to enforce the flight Morphing to a tortured knight Knighted with the sword of spite On the boards at night, pushing sound limits I astound cynics and confound grimace I consume the pounds hidden in the ground ridden with a cows shit The cow dung, high from the brown fungi Jump down, run hide from whatever I had found in it
astound, cynic, spite, cow, knighted