Perhaps the darkness is stronger than the stars

I am strolling amidst those flows that glide between grey and black

White was never in the picture because it felt too empty

Realistically speaking diving into the light is pure insanity

Your fingers will be scorched at first contact and your soul will crack

Dub me crazy, insane, abnormal but I tend to fear that

What I want to do is punch life in the face, hit stupidity in the gut

Uppercut routine and then kick the morning in the nuts

I hate that guy! Then I’ll simple fall back and let the dark catch me

I trust that guy! He has never betrayed me, the light cannot say that

I went back to my manufacturer and reread my own manual

There was a lot of fine print, I might have to make this trip annual

And nowhere in those pages did it say I’m supposed to be in the light

It didn’t say anything about the dark either, that means I get to pick

I can jump between the two till I get tired of it

I don’t have to choose shit, even if you tell me to I don’t have to quit

I don’t owe you nothing, I was never made to be like you

Or him, them or they, I was made to be like me

I will be the pure personification of the concept defined as ME

I hope I die happy, that’s the only goal I got

And till that time I hope these fingers of mine don’t stop

I want to write till I die, I want to write a piece so epic it will make the devil cry, it will make history want to bewitch my words

Have every empty page request my sentences

Let my words reach the heart of the world but keep me in the dark

Keep me beside you, while my words are up front

For me to be in the spotlight I would have to be a lot less blunt

I don’t like that, the light always ruins you

It makes you an asshole, or perhaps it just shows the real you

Either way, I’m not made for that, I’m comfortable where I’m at

From time 2 time Ill punch fate in the chest 2 keep him on his toes

Then crouch next to a corpse of a memory I don’t want to talk about

Just to see if he’s still breathing cause I don’t want no memories to come back to bite me, ain’t nuffin as messed up as a memory zombie

But seriously, I don’t think I’m made for the light