Firefly - Onry Ozzborn

My tolerance is so high that it’s reaching the sky

Will transition from blue to black begins in my oxygen

Is now dry and I call this «firefly»

Yes I call it firefly

Now that I’ve evolved, I’m coming back for each and all of you

My hands are that of gigantic proportion in the solitude

So I can handle all humans and animals alike

Take on the zombies and creatures and cure their appetite

Make everything that was wicked, vicious and evil

A part of this new perception that everything is now equal

Or positive, negative, man or woman, God or the devil

Just user and game adventure 'til you reach the final level

Let’s go!

Clickity-clack, I came back in a mad black Cadillac

Stacked with cash asking where the party at

Lickitty split took a hit then bit into that big red apple to the pit

And that was that

I started swinging bats at both sides, everybody die!

Everybody die, testify, learned to lie

I kept running amok until it hit the bottom of the cup

Reached for a buck, damn and I was stuck

My frustration and fixation on what I was worth in weight

I took out on the whole nation

Then I got a tug on the arm

Full of alarm, turned around and found God there waiting

No way to explain this feeling, it’s much more than emotion

It transcends all experiences, no downloaded notions

Or imagery instead open to all who focus

On what is seen as a possibility opus

A magnum magna carta, Yeezus, Wolf, and Doris

Post-traumatic syndrome disorder, ignore the chorus

And listen to what we say and there’s color inside these lines

Texture beneath the surface defined with every rewind

Some will require taste, some are right in your face

Some are far away as satellites that orbit in space

Some narrate a struggle, some just speak for the streets

Some are rebels, some are cowards, some just speak 'bout their needs

Some of them rich and speak about treasure and nothing else

Some of them poor and speak about treasure through someone else

Vicariously living through others wealth but have the voice

Of conviction convincing you that they are left with no choice

So we chase down all of glory

Then we find out underneath there’s a story

About a boy who finally left and came home

When he realized that he ran from his throne