• By
    Asthmatic enamy of God

    a moment of Brilliance
    you all invisible like chameleons
    you Stand there all Blank faced
    while my lyrics Break out
    like the're fired from a tank
    smashing, bashing
    blow you away
    make you think twice before
    you stand in my way
    on my way to the top
    from the bottom
    the dirt
    every time i step up
    i need a clean shirt
    i don't hurt not me
    only the people i step on
    to get where i want to be
    it's a lowly road
    gatta be so bold
    for the dreams i hold
    i take my plan back to the drawing board
    to give up my sword
    to refind my place
    to serch out the lord
    i take my plan back to the drawing board
    give up my sword
    take my soul back to the church
    give it back to the lord
    i step back and i stop
    i'm already on top
    i look back on my life
    and now that i'm on top
    that's where i'll rot