got armor and an arsenal of arsenic and arson
destruction, demolition, decimation
it's how i cope with the despair and desperation
transcend the descent
dragons drag their scaly tails along the ground
breathing fire, beating wings
i am a dragon, goaded to destroy
golden light from a single street lamp on this twisted backroad illuminates the darkened window of this derelict house without a home,
a moth glued to the lamp like a kid's hand on candy,
or a fantasist, clutching the unraveling ropes of hope
mother be moth and let me be light, come back to me
i'm opening up the blinds and shutters, all boarded up, for the dawning of a new age
your eyes just haven't adjusted yet from living in this cobwebbed cage,
entropied and atrophied
i can no longer let all this destruction go on, this cycle of hurt with a butterfly effect, ripples of rage
moth mother let me out of my closet
you can't feed off my clothes forever
i won't take it out on myself if you let me out of the snare of someone else, i'll never be
don't you see? it's so easy, lemon squeezy
i'm a lemon, i know, and you're sour
i won't take it out on you, but expel and excel
just put a lid on it, and open mine, so my butterfly can come out
let me close this door and open this one
no more paying for artificial warmth, just sun, plain and pure, streaming in
no more scars on my skin, no more sin
that is all you need to do if you want to be our savior
no more self-sabotage, destructive behavior
