Turn it Back

A song about betrayal. Lyrics: i wish i could turn it back, avert a fact, certain words occur that burn, in turn, it hurts, im cursed, this church has burned to black further back, a certain persons nerves react, no burner clap or murder rap, a mercy act, as mac would say i learnt from that. masochist, a casuality of acid lips, so fast to spit on castanets, they damned the king to dance with death, imagine this, phantoms dare to match their wits, abandoned to this bare land, cant prepare him for the laughters sting, a pact of sin, too sapped to win men or mice, my mental plight's the hands of vice, i cant decide, to stand aside, or kill my kind, i beg you just to end my life, its all right, i pen the sights but this pencils leads too bent too write descend in flight, these heads collide, this sentance ends with suicide i knew in time, for you id die, this tunes design is futile while, abuse and lies, choose to rise, accused acoustics cruise through minds. truth is i refuse to cry, i rebuke you and that future god, im used to being lucian, but its useless, ive been crucified. from day 1 forsaken, a face among the faceless, a case formed on the basis of hes not born to make it i paced along the pavement, debased and chasin payments, erased the claims with razorblades, replaced my name with greatness now im fed up, beretta rhetoric banter, but better ready to shred up n bury veteran rappers, like show me anyman, anywhere, who wanna say anything, cause under the bars hes soft like a tittyring many men, talk fake, poison fangs, all snakes, then again, this pen has said, things against my benefit seems like i can never win, the proof should be the lucians deeds, aproval is a fools tool, and im used to this shit, truthfully, you blind eye, my limelight, and lie like, its all right, but i rip it sickest, so prolific, cause chris aint got no 9 lifes you just a snake in my company, im the greatest when you want me, but you never gon cruise in my shoes, youll never stop me you got me inside, impostor, whats the cost of ya rise? the constant reminds, of the lost ones that ya crossed witcha lies, concepts survive losses... n even monsters can die, so maybe, youll be the name that gets to wave these "horses goodbye" i was a good guy, u crazy baby? deposits denied, u crossin the line on these forces, like we bonnie n clyde how long can we fight? im sure to give ya body a ride, consortium riight? we start again, im caught in ya binds fruedian bombs, you think im born again, u sortin shit out? u wanna sit down? before ya dolce's end up caught in ya mouth? you call me a spouse, but you sordid so im callin you out, even the audience was talkin, and now your sorry about you forced me, but i forsee, its the loss of ya best, the cause of ya death, so dont be on me, when im onto the next, person, who aint no version, or recursion of that, no mercy infact cause there aint no turning it back