about my shoulder, getting much older
say he got a cold green heart
cold code components
cold prose composer
cold but you wouldn't suppose
he got a thing in for ghosts
he craves cemetary shows
he goes around unopposed
he goes around like a god
he goes around on his own
seen a sinister soul film
seeing his sins and the sufferings
foreseeing a situation so sick
he sold his soul to the so- called
prince of the whole world
satan seizing a seemingly sizzling opportunity
he sees a son of somebody, image of a deity
selling so short, guess he dint even know what
his genetic code composed of
he was a
shattered dreams on a platter of gold
a broken sceptre he didn't even hold
for the love of riches and fame
a fugitive came forth
from a lineage of grace ... Shame