Stormchaser Lyrics

I'm prepared for the apocalypse

Harvested praiseworthy proverbial pollen

And lost it all in a gust of wind

Augustus like gusto against the brute force of life

You can bury the tongue that speaketh but

My voices echo through these chambers like a poltergeist

Necro, philia or phobic

I ain't speaking Polish ain't moral policing either

Just a poet's portrayal of pure duality

Naturally, John Doe would live to fight another day

Storm chaser different

He pull up with cataracts for the eyes of the hurricane

It gets cloudy in here But I permeate through the cumulus

Similes, metaphors, soliloquies Lately I talk like a revolutionist

Who knew what it would be like I'm writing in fe fi

Fo fums till blue fingers and sore thumbs Blue like

There's poison stuck in my windpipe

But there's a storm coming

Darkness canopy the sky vultures flying in circles like I'm trying to mourn

something

Amnesty was absent in my adolescence

So if the world is my mirror I have no forgiveness to show for it

Settle down

You ain't no shogun you charlatans should chauffer my shit around

Don't ask me to spit around and chicken back to the coop now

Oh, Poindexter, what of this poise if the poignant can't relate with it

Fiction turn into philosophy the moment you resonate with it

Send some hate with it my way Yahweh couldn't save you,

I'm off the sake, don't parley with Pasifal, that's just me as a person

Cut from the cloth of Perseus Persevered through the darkest of times

To see the brightest of suns

Where the fuck is Midas's touch when you need it?

I'm knee-deep in thesis trying to see why John is okay with it

I find Midas, cut his arm off

And I slap him in the face with it, Face facts

The apex Megalodon is out the reservoir

Have my vultures snatch your medallions

These talons don't waive au revoir

Oligarch of my zip code Rappers ought to rest in piss bro

Hard to resist simple pleasure No push to start

I put the keys in the 800 seasoned But I still rip this bitch like it's a Nismo

Kiss my dick hoe, Piss on the world is the maxim I live by

Poetus Maximus meets Erasmus The scavenger finally made it

The fat lady singing in soprano after years of being berated

Belated condolences The holds of fear in your life

Been masked as patience

The family heirloom passed through generations

Rite of passage old as mankind We metamorph into sitting ducks

Johnny might let it go but storm chaser don't give...