Negative Nightwatch

There ain't a reason for the season
beyond the pleasing words
that deceived our perceptions
stacked our sight to stagnant herds
And the blurred categories
tell between the lines stories
of our glory removed
and efficiency improved
toiling under boiling wonders
to hollow out their quarries
There's no hope for diplomacy
They won't even hear our sorrys*
A hypothesis on the futility of working only in a box
resisting the brutality on living your life just by the clocks
I keep my smoke on like Edward Teach
and if you're staying high enough there are no peaks beyond your reach
clash only by necessity
it stresses me when blood splashes
in a flash without the combatants
being rational about how they're aggressing me
the best sword is one that one don't even need
just to mention the attack and all your foes already flee'd


dire wired
crooked circuitry skeleton
deviant disciples dropped their poison in the well again
'twixt hill and glen there was a peaceful village
before the pachyderm patriots set me out for the pillage
fire in the one hand and discord in the other
burning down their structures send 'em scattering for cover
New world tyrant
Welcome to the end game
Rub out your d'jinn and make the dragon tame
snatch the vorpal sword and the seven league boots
cut you up snicker snack grip your gold and all de loots
a moot point they anoint a blessed new saviour
but their champion of chivalry wasn't expecting this behaviour
Bam
Warlocks hit him with a hex of creeping rust
A flying kick to the breastplate
and his arms are fucking bust
they want him back they can find him
six feet beneath the crust
I trust that that'll quench the dissension
but if you decimate the radicals
it's more a catalyst than prevention