Absent Minded
Grip of death butterfly effect
Surely it wont work the way it once did
a destiny for me to attend before the end so i can say i was happy
and a fate to end it all
but here i am a spiritual man with a gift
you cannot capture on the big screen
the art
no the science
the technique that keeps me alive
as i choose
who i keep as friends and what are dangerous paths to take
and just how my life is a game to the gods
for in my head these are the lines i draw
these are the lines i see
Hypothetically speaking i can have anything and everything i want
immortality was a promise
death decided to gove me a destiny
so i could die happy before he appeased the gods with my fate
the gods granted me the gift with seeing the lines of such hands
taking place
but my curse is this
satan shows me
how i get murdered in the future everyday
not an easy job for an angel
Take this path with this person
and a few yeras down the road
this is what happens
Blam
pow bang boom
and no party for you
fate laughs
and death is congratulated by the gods
that wished not for you to be immortal
so satan shows me in my head everytime i go to make a friend
just who is about to make my deathwish come true
and who are the prime suspects
Why is time running in circles?
why is satan rubbing his hands?
why am i asking who am, i?
why is death laughing at the joke he gets to avenge again and again?
sold a dream and all i can do is walk down the street of possible lovers
possible friends
in a world that would give me anything
guided by an angel that wants me to stray froma peculiar destiny and a worse fate
and show me how my demise would take place from path to path line to line
and who are the suspects
so few shady characters
so few suspicious behaviours
so few usual suspects
but everyday everytime i think of trying to make a friend or letting someone in i usually see myself die and how
and what satan had shown me in my head begins to take place
until i choose to slide
but no reminders am i given
his curse of helping me is just to show me not remind me
so im selective
and picky
and keep few friends
and care not to play chicken
as i sort out this game of everlasting immortality for me
and who is always the few trying to get me to fail
I walk down the street
i shake your jhand
you ask me out for coffee
i see my death i say sure
full well knowing im not going to keep you as a friend and gently let you down
I walk intpo the bar and get on the dance floor
dance around the bar looking for the same suspects i never yet encountered
to take them out before they gety to me
to change it all
They play a game of leading me to this party
a place where death can say he tried to make me happy as he washes his hands clean of me
so he can say i tried but failed
but poor miserable me
who has watched himself die everyday whpo knows now how to kill a god
howq to slide and dodge these bullets
the game of these gods has gotten more restrictive
the games of these gods to snuff out this immortal has gotten more challenging and i know they are cheating so soon i will
have to pull out the cannons and invirte them back to my destiny
dance around them and claim them with my slide
The grip of death of my fate is always around me
the grip of fate that surrounds my destiny is always surrounding me
everyones eyes i catch a glimpse of what seals my fate
everyones smile is a secret telling me my destiny was a better place i gave up
for death to have
and it should have been me for i got the poor end of the stick
but oh well
at least i have this currse of watching mew die everyday
and thats exactly why i am who i am
why i do what i do
why sometimes i think i deserve it
why to me it matters how i play the game
whty every hand of fate i shake i poison for claiming me
why every penny from heaven i give is deaths curse at the party of mine
And as i walk down the street and see all these friends that want to fgivce me everything
and i have to walk on by
all i see are glimpses of my death and how i got there
and when satan shows me nothing
when satan says its safe i carry on
not an easy job for an angel
not an easy thing to bear for any immortal
ive cried soo selflessly to be here to help you
and the gods have made it harder
to keep me from keeping on
and death has upped the anti to get me to my destiny
so he can wash his hands clean
and all i see all around me is my fate
and everyday in my head is this horror movie
and i am forever the victom
until he leaves
and satan has done more for me
but ohnestly im sure maybe he enjoys torturing a stupid soul like me
a destiny for me to attend before the end so i can say i was happy
and a fate to end it all
but here i am a spiritual man with a gift
you cannot capture on the big screen
the art
no the science
the technique that keeps me alive
as i choose
who i keep as friends and what are dangerous paths to take
and just how my life is a game to the gods
for in my head these are the lines i draw
these are the lines i see
Hypothetically speaking i can have anything and everything i want
immortality was a promise
death decided to gove me a destiny
so i could die happy before he appeased the gods with my fate
the gods granted me the gift with seeing the lines of such hands
taking place
but my curse is this
satan shows me
how i get murdered in the future everyday
not an easy job for an angel
Take this path with this person
and a few yeras down the road
this is what happens
Blam
pow bang boom
and no party for you
fate laughs
and death is congratulated by the gods
that wished not for you to be immortal
so satan shows me in my head everytime i go to make a friend
just who is about to make my deathwish come true
and who are the prime suspects
Why is time running in circles?
why is satan rubbing his hands?
why am i asking who am, i?
why is death laughing at the joke he gets to avenge again and again?
sold a dream and all i can do is walk down the street of possible lovers
possible friends
in a world that would give me anything
guided by an angel that wants me to stray froma peculiar destiny and a worse fate
and show me how my demise would take place from path to path line to line
and who are the suspects
so few shady characters
so few suspicious behaviours
so few usual suspects
but everyday everytime i think of trying to make a friend or letting someone in i usually see myself die and how
and what satan had shown me in my head begins to take place
until i choose to slide
but no reminders am i given
his curse of helping me is just to show me not remind me
so im selective
and picky
and keep few friends
and care not to play chicken
as i sort out this game of everlasting immortality for me
and who is always the few trying to get me to fail
I walk down the street
i shake your jhand
you ask me out for coffee
i see my death i say sure
full well knowing im not going to keep you as a friend and gently let you down
I walk intpo the bar and get on the dance floor
dance around the bar looking for the same suspects i never yet encountered
to take them out before they gety to me
to change it all
They play a game of leading me to this party
a place where death can say he tried to make me happy as he washes his hands clean of me
so he can say i tried but failed
but poor miserable me
who has watched himself die everyday whpo knows now how to kill a god
howq to slide and dodge these bullets
the game of these gods has gotten more restrictive
the games of these gods to snuff out this immortal has gotten more challenging and i know they are cheating so soon i will
have to pull out the cannons and invirte them back to my destiny
dance around them and claim them with my slide
The grip of death of my fate is always around me
the grip of fate that surrounds my destiny is always surrounding me
everyones eyes i catch a glimpse of what seals my fate
everyones smile is a secret telling me my destiny was a better place i gave up
for death to have
and it should have been me for i got the poor end of the stick
but oh well
at least i have this currse of watching mew die everyday
and thats exactly why i am who i am
why i do what i do
why sometimes i think i deserve it
why to me it matters how i play the game
whty every hand of fate i shake i poison for claiming me
why every penny from heaven i give is deaths curse at the party of mine
And as i walk down the street and see all these friends that want to fgivce me everything
and i have to walk on by
all i see are glimpses of my death and how i got there
and when satan shows me nothing
when satan says its safe i carry on
not an easy job for an angel
not an easy thing to bear for any immortal
ive cried soo selflessly to be here to help you
and the gods have made it harder
to keep me from keeping on
and death has upped the anti to get me to my destiny
so he can wash his hands clean
and all i see all around me is my fate
and everyday in my head is this horror movie
and i am forever the victom
until he leaves
and satan has done more for me
but ohnestly im sure maybe he enjoys torturing a stupid soul like me
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Grip of death butterfly effect
Grip of death butterfly effect