Outta Spite - Cloakroom

On my way down I saw what I wanted to see

No expanse I could not bridge

No gates I could not breach

On your way out

You lost that high out of spite

Total disregard for humankind and the clawed and feathered type

What’s been put in the ground will yield results with time and pressure

I’ve been waiting it out patiently for my turn

I’ll be fuel for them to burn

On your way through

Always got a fixation with death

Down a dead deer’s trail discovered

Spirits stinking on your breath

On your way around

A migratory bird oversea with no point or destination

Sick on self-discovery

Got your medicine down and now you feel a whole lot better

Got a foot in the bed and such an honest face

Progress for progress sake

My friend take heed of the one’s who suit your needs

Assign meaning to your ritual and slay any beast