I'm a fortune teller in a well of lottery wishers
Straight to the source, unfuckwithable force, a self-made king amongst bootlickers
Throw your name in the hat
Spit your blood in the bowl
One to the chest, it's infected
Platinum vectors will heal up the hole
I'm climbing a ladder, I'm breaking a chain
Seducing the sky, bless my body with rain
No second choice, no alternate route
No compromise, not a drop of water wasted on the seeds of doubt
Delayed gratification
Unholy war before celebration
Shit surroundings, transmutation
Apocalypse flipped into a vacation
Forty-four score and four corridors down
Rise of willpower unbound
Blade to the throat, bullethole in the boat
Crimson water will glisten, all enemies eviscerated below
Possessed to drag my bones through the dirt
And incomprehensible hurt
The route I'm wired to traverse
To riches and ritualistic rebirth
I will shatter this prison of ice
Into a trillion shimmering shards
Great escape from the dark, cold and lonely night
Into sunlight with a crown made of flowers and stars
I'm a fortune teller in a well of lottery wishers
Moving too fucking fast and burning too fucking bright to waste time being bitter
Crystal ball hedonic, no pipe dream too lofty to accomplish
I'll live forever or die trying, either way, cover my grave in glitter
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Dear Ben, I love your music, so i thought of giving myself a Christmas gift by purchasing Beacons. Since this is a "name your price", please consider this as a small donation that in no way reflects the value of your music. Keep up the good work. Greetings from Athens, Greece. vassiliskgr
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An explosive powerhouse filled with raging guitars, blasting percussion & piercing vocals - I own the Limited Edition 500 copies, Black And White Merge With Grey And White Splatter & CD. MetalJazzDnB