The Religion

Yeah my desolate days turning me obsessive and crazed

I'm trying to get rid of this anger, the petulance stays

The essence of my message, a mess of a maze

The breathlessness, all the sentences resentment and rage

Stays inside my face, lives in my chest like a cage

So I can't go to sleep, I ain't been resting for days

And the question remains, am I left with this pain?

Or do I need it all to fuel me in this treacherous game?

Fuck a necklace or chain, need no ring and no watch

Close the door inside the booth, I do my thing in this box

All's I need a microphone a beat that's knocking in my headphones

I'm a turn this motherfucking planet to a dead zone

Life is short I hear my heart the clock is ticking

I rose out of the bottom, I ain't had a pot to piss in

But now I'm coming up, it's like I'm speaking out of Uzis

Pushing SUVs and taking leaks inside jacuzzis

I roll city to city rocking stages keeping floozies

Picture in the paper, they seen me in the movies

Around the clock it was like I was destined to fail

I should have been dead in the streets or arrested and jailed

Instead I burned the nation with these lyrics and determination

And now it's like you see a spirit when you turn to face him

Lost in the cold glare, the rebel's on the rise

There's nothing left to stop me, the devil never dies