Built Up Bile From Prescribed Metaphores

[Idlewarrior]

Taking my clocked supervized time line
Blend it up in a blender like juicer
Pour out the prophet ledged believer
and inclined to be a vitamin laced Criminal

Body and depth of colored perception
Heedless wreckage of sperm and egg
Light up a paper backed story, boot legged
Let it die in your lungs, till it becomes
One with the insides, A cancerous exception

What was to be expected, from this ressurection
Paled and wasted for an occasion, I fled
The house and the mysterious lack of reflection
But my perception blurred, my words so slurred

Baby the blues, they've got me in a drain
Restrain all my feelings that I felt
I'm not seeing nothing but what you spent
I've wasted two seconds of the thirteen given

So to prolong my moral shyness, I began
With a story of how much I cared about
Love and the blood that's shed
Not even Gods' tears can make amends

Bubbled up from the ground
Laughing emoticons spilling forth
Down with the gates protection
I will amount to be worth someones hurt
They're heart shall be covered by shell
Let all hell break, and be affectionate
Or be an after effect in proportion to being born