The Conduit

Blood of the Dragon Son of Coal If you ain't familiar Now you know I got a Bone to pick I don't need a stick I ain't speakin' softly Said I was born for this Yeah, I'm a conduit It'll bring me to my coffin Oh me, oh my Listen to the wolf howl At the night Let me tell ya how this came about Prometheus Brought down the flame So I set the fire Let me tell ya how this is gonna go down I'm gonna earn my keep Gonna take my place Ain't gonna listen to a goddamn Thing you say, I'm gonna Steal all the gold And piss on your know how And if I said it once, Said it a hundred times They gonna scream my name Till they fuckin' die I'm gonna steal all the gold And piss on your know how Line up the cooks As they crawl in Paint red the walls Of this kitchen And as a matter of fact You can take your plaques And you can up and stick em Said I was born for this Yeah, I'm a conduit So sit down and listen Take, I'm gonna take It on my own Kneel, you're gonna kneel Foot of my throne Yeah Oh me, oh my Listen to the wolf howl At the night Let me tell ya how this came about Prometheus Brought down the flame So I set the fire Let me tell ya how this is gonna go down I'm gonna earn my keep Gonna take my place Ain't gonna listen to a goddamn Thing you say, I'm gonna Steal all the gold And piss on your know how And if I said it once, Said it a hundred times They gonna scream my name Till they fuckin' die I'm gonna steal all the gold And piss on your know how

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Nymphaeaceae, 'Neath the writhing reeds Trying to grow itself free Hears the sun sing loud You wear that hurt Like it's armor Only harms ya You don't need it You had a hole ripped in your heart And any effort made to heal it Only tore you more apart So you gave in to your demons You can lay it down Nymphaeaceae Climbs in pollen on the bee Takes flight o’er the sea And the hurt laid down You hear the echo of Hope's sound Calling you home now But you're afraid it's not real You had a hole ripped in your heart And any effort made to heal it Only tore you more apart So you gave in to your demons You can lay it down Nymphaeaceae Listens to signaling stigma She sings upon the breeze She's singing out She's singing him home "What took you so long?” Let's stick it out Let's grow You can lay it down And we can stick it out Let's stick it out

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 11, 2025