Turmoil - Onry Ozzborn

Papier-mâché heart turned to pieces

Le-let's just leave this, oh Jesus

Confetti then the confessional

Another one bites the professional

Another bloke that I know, questionable

Illegible is now legible

See that writing on the wall, what is was done with?

Tentacles

Resent perpetual, yes it was done intentional

But I guess I’m receptacle in an alley way

The tornado’s that way, poor angel

Atta boy, Dark Time Sunshine let’s jump for joy

Let’s jump for pain, haha no doy!

Winter cometh, the chill is setting

Willow are weeping, frost-bitten legend

Ice skating on ponds, we all on thin ice

It looks like diamonds all across the lawns with moonlight

Glistens and shimmers, sparkles and glowworms

Frigid below zero, animal fur germs

Icicles ice picks, frozen your Rolex

Snowman will melt one day for all to see he’s soulless

But so are we it seems, anything goes now

Igloos infested from the inside an outhouse

Meanwhile I’m just tryin' to build my crystal castle

On the paramount of all levels to view from every household

Like look at them folks, they finally have made it

Follow that brick road, today it’s golden pavement

Leads to the poor people and rich people alike

For it is nothing more than wind chimes, percussion, and a voiceless night

All I wanted was what’s entitled as a human

Some simple space to consume and some food for the face

A decent chase, all I got is what’s commonplace

These ruins, this fuckin' maze I build as I move through it

No clue 'bout what I’m doing, hang out in the world

Like your backyard is my front yard

Like I’m unpacking here

Like disregard is my trump card if y’all can keep it clear

I’m a football something, bring it on

Concussion, all or nothing’s nothing that I’m tryin' to trust in, nah!

Fucked or nah, nah, engine running

Piston pushing, iron blood is rushing through and heart is all I got

Plus whatever’s on me

On my honors, cross my heart and hope to zombie back and body

Any basic tryin' to stop me, go hobby hunt

My folly’s haunting, but y’all got nothing on me

I’ll be open, obviously broken but surgical with super glue

Something new, tell me something true

Show me something’s wrong with you

Let me come up with something to show a different view

And I’ll admit my vision’s skews to easy rescue

And I’m prone to tell 'em raise a brick to anyone who tests you

But right now, present, gifted

Presented with most elegant of lessons

Don’t reject it, protect it, expect resistance