(+5 rating, 1 votes)Let me preface this by acknowledging that we know very little about Dan Shaw. All that we do know is that he was from a crew called The Untold and was a good mate of Skuff’s. The raw emotion Skuff allows through on the preceding…
VERSE 1:
- I feel I aint slept for weeks and my heartbeat’s irregular
- I’m known to take notes and write prose just like a lecturer
- With no faith and knows of no faith and knows that’s secular
- Dan Shaw: floating like a snowflake on the nebula
- Etcetera
- Because I find in this life
- That the dice roll’s lonely as fuck
- All these phonies and these other kids that won’t even budge
- It’s the government that sold us the drugs
- But won’t prosecute those that prostituted our loves
- I’m all alone coated in dust in the zone of disgust
- Till I’m cold to the touch
- I’ve given up because I’ve told you enough
- This whole bode is corrupt
- Like in the dome of the judge
- That’s holding a grudge as he deliberates
- Feeling the steel of the keys to your fate
- Best believe I’ve got a reason to hate
- These people can’t conceive the meaning of mates
- I waste away through my half closed eyes
- Yours was nearly a face
- I wasn’t sure if I was really awake
- But still I peered into space
- Because I’m slipping into history
- Dealing with alcoholism and eccentricity
- A complex quest on a search for serendipity
- And this life sickens me
- But still the time ticks indifferently
- Lines mixed with strychnine and pissy dreams
- And while you’re busy with schemes
- I’ve seen innocence living the streets
- Driven to deeds that you wouldn’t believe
- Drift into grief in the season of snow
- Given the seeds that we sow
- And then we reap what we grow
- I see fiends from the throne
- Got me believing in ghosts
- Cause I see decent people just recede and then go
- Slowly into the night
- Silent against the dying of the light
- But not me, I’ve got a violent reply
- The dynamite kind
- Then I turn my eyes to the sky
- And mankind tries to survive like pigs fighting over a sty
- Rodent minds
- With the intelligence of gods but the souls of jackals
- This is my venomous response as we rode to battle
- And this is raw beef; the horse thief that stole your cattle
- And my soul’s broken and battered
- But my bones are the scaffold
- My clothes hold me together
- Stitch by stitch
- The wind blows and the weather seems colder than ever
- I’m overdosing on Stella
- And I’m frozen in terror
- Shoe leather worn out
- I’m in the robes of a beggar
- I measure loneliness, its known me forever
- Mind’s something grown in a cellar
VERSE 2:
- Some people are getting ready
- And some others are giving up
- But you can take it all
- So you can have it all
- My kingdom of rubble
- No one to catch me when I fall
- Cause I’m sick of the struggle
- Yeah you can have it all
- My kingdom of rubble
- No one to catch me when I fall
- Cause I’m sick of the struggle
VERSE 3:
- It’s like the city ceases to speak and the streets move mechanical
- The days, months and weeks seem to seep through the capital
- The shell shocked and diseased can be seen as collateral
- As the days drag themselves by like wounded animals
- It’s all parallel
- With the scratch of suicide at the side of my brain
- This is Dan Shaw out there live and deranged
- If life is a game then I’m fighting to play
- Some nights I’d like to decay
- And just lie in the rain
- Staring at the street lights until it seems like the skies are aflame
- Until the dawn of the morning and the light of the day
- I wipe my trainers on the side by the drain
- I go inside and I shave
- While my mind’s still writhing in shame
- I shake my head but the spiders remain
- Is human kind a mistake?
- Because these people crave in silent but we drive them away
- Climate change has got me writing this way
- Because I aint got a license to pray
- ‘Vengeance is mine’ cried the blind man
- As he ignited the flames
- But only those with sight could escape
- So I guess it’s just the cycle of hate
- Wounded pride in the eyes of the state
- So they decide to strike like a snake
- But come we siphon the venom
- I’m the descendant of my times with a mic and a pendant
- And the eyes of a remnant
- I cypher with the wise and the tenders
- Writer’s apprentice
- My toes are the in the dirt but my mind’s in ascendance
- So you can find me at the bar
- Slowly drinking a double
- Watching my lifestyle dissolve
- Just like spit in a puddle
- Sick of the struggle
- Kingdom of rubble
- My only property
- I walk the rotten streets
- Of a world that’s forgotten me
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