Bastard EP
I raise my hand And a glorious shimmer Spreads all about I roll over And i spill my filth Into a bottle I eat my weight In abominable slop I cast my grace To a wanting mob Check my pace and stride It don’t add up Am i this or that i? Am i the i of narcissist Or bastard speech? And who the hell is asking it? The answer is both But to a lesser degree I ain’t that great I ain’t that evil And who the hell is answering? I can’t hold a flame To the i imaginary Check my pace and stride It don’t add up Am i this or that i? Am i the i of narcissist Or bastard speech? And who the hell is asking it? The answer is both But to a lesser degree I ain’t that great I ain’t that evil And who the hell is answering? Hang my hat One more time This or that Which one’s mine Look around you What do you see This ones empty and Which one’s me?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
When the dust settles Who will I be? Did my time rolling in nettle Then I breached I pulled back but the bow snapped And the shaft rattled underneath the clouds So what am I supposed to do now? After all these years I’ve learned How to set my hand in the flame And keep a straight face Yeah it’s been my place But it ain’t my home I’ve yet to see that place Until I do I’ll drink my venom I’ll boil in my stew I’ll dig my claws into myself If I can’t dig ‘em into something nеw And I’ll dream of a home That I’ve yеt to see True as the arrow Free as the sky Simple as air Bold as fire Devote over despair Despair under I Eye on the arrow And the arrow flies (Hold on) Whereas before I set the outcome Now I only set I Come what may And that must not change When patulous dark clouds Challenge our raised brow Hold that ground Hold on After all these years I’ve learned How to set my hand in the flame And keep a straight face Yeah it’s been my place But it ain’t my home I’ve yet to see that place Until I do I’ll drink my venom I’ll boil in my stew I’ll dig my claws into myself If I can’t dig ‘em into something new And I’ll dream of a home That I’ve yet to see When I reach my grave At least I can say That I held on To my name And for now If my name Is no more than a cord Through the fog That’s enough To hold on
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026