defeat the mourning sun

violins playin don't mean shit when I'm slaying no buffy no bluffing this world a vampire thirsty for blood just look at Antarctica look at somethin besides your phone don't be a drone be a human being speaking of. this flesh wanna sin so bad crawling off my skeleton , constant dialogue with my maker helps a bit he really speakin tho ,I don't wanna get to into it it's to intimate he told me to say this no "blood over intent signing your soul away to the internet the morning star is Lucifer quasiluminous is his alias they say he a alien , but not for me I housed him for a minute til God kicked him out an gave him the middle finger let me know it' will serve a purpose for the big picture I will never question his decisions I really ain't shit though but at the end of the day it was all a big show, story unfolding the way it was suppose to so is life imitating art an if so to what extent is what I got waiting somethin like my imagination heaven to me is loneliness on the surface but don't trust that turf bein by myself is perfect best not listen to a word from my mouth this man thinks he's already dead tryin to figure it out through the Mandela effect echoes of sound bouncing off eachother like screams in a crowd I'm navigating out with my head down no neon signs on this narrow path it's not needed like math I proceed to advance you are what you do guess I'm a artifact cuz my art states facts