sure, sometimes someone somwhere...

sure, sometimes someone somwhere...

Sure, sometimes someone somewhere starts to think
so the process in progress get professed into ink
it's the purest links between making and creating
pen touches the paper and there'll be no more waiting
anticipate the recreation of a lyrical binary bible
witness the finest revival of an idol that's titled
the divine, blizz ready to shine, rise up and standing
surprising the one's that's demanding the branding
in the battle of bands and I'm handling the mic right
a messiah of words ringing the bells at this fight night
in the red corner, a slacking idiot with a fine mission
a low life that no matter what signed the divine petition
his insides has witnessed pure decay and destruction
he was handled the mission but betrayed the construction
mayday this is the d-day, where we portray the clichés
unleashing the preachers sermon to these vermin's of hell
I can take the life of a sunny day but can't murder a shell
these burdens will dwell at the insides of my eyelids
the walls will surround me while I'm still in this riot
I keep crying over the silence that violently keep quiet

please someone make some noice...