The Gift Lyrics

In between the devil screaming and my heavy breathing families pleading begging me to change and pray to god to take the hate away

I'm lost and astray

I'm always feeling so defeated never finding a meaning or a reason

Why I get so damn high just to feel so low

Like no matter how hard I fight my mind's still caught up in the undertow

I'm learning to sit quiet with the earth and simply listen

Ignoring all this pain to formulate this music creators vision

As I free myself of burdens cast upon me by my fellow man

I clarify my mind and understand my journeys just began

Always remember my shared gift from Apollo

And through the blessing of music I can save time in a bottle but I'm

Constantly between the suffering and the healing

And this strain of insane seems to only magnify the pain

The depths of negativity have taken control

My last hope that this music can save my mortal soul

I've drawn out my inner artist cathartic no excuses

Lucid ruthless healing through the music

Seeking skies that have no end, redemption for dead friends

Through a message of hope that can last through the bitter end

Clairvoyant conversations that lead to divination

Sensitive to elder energies unleashed inside the basement

There's solutions now attaining mental subjugation

But the echoes in the silence still equate to my

Estrangement

A strain of insane brought about by constant pain

Depression so dark and deep Swear I'll never get to sleep

A dark force that drives and always tries to destroy me

A war inside it feels like I'm losing

The time for change had come and went

All roles filled so now I play a masochist

Stitched in clever quips steeped in ego then tested in blood

Real life theory turned to practice and then explored

But I must compel myself to do better for my brethren

Set a better example for my children to believe in

Escape all these toxic traits but don't deny my magic

Safely breathing out the fire while my passions driven higher through these

Complex sentences gifted uplifted messages

Sentiment so decadent the common man can't fathom it

Clairvoyant through the harmonies

Theology from a prodigy

Who honestly adopts the policy of quality over quantity

Working in anomaly audibly forming prophecy

Idolatry when mixed with the sounds that I am conjuring

Uplifting through the highest vibrations

Affirmative these creations through my excommunication

And this is why I play with words

With the music as a catalyst there's nothing else that matters

In a godly state of writing that's inviting isolation

Thinking for myself and healing with incantations

I do this for the simple satisfaction

No second hand this music is celestial from inception

Awareness of emotions and an ever-changing presence

Atonement through the divine gift of instrumental repentance