Untouchable

Lyrics
[Intro] Untouchable (To touch) Untouchable (To touch) [Verse] To touch your truth without gloves Wing of viper, tooth of dove What the concept of hell does to the sticks and stones of Bones that still own blood. The garden that tends Pretends to nourish so many men Wishing themselves born in a wolves' den Violent, childish, permanent Kens, lost in the illusion of strength Then again, the self-serving fury of ego's hung jury Does captain the lesser vessel of thinking you're special In a world of flеsh and metal, all loving you not, last petal On the closеd rose of maniacal fiscal piss and shit Viable source of deficience, this. Do not trust your armor It listens in to your weakest bits missives Caged wings clipped and forced to parrot the arid, garish Fearful marriage of being both proud and embarrassed Lain barest on bramble and briar The wet wood fire of popular liar Shit's tired (Shakespeare's gone, don't even think about it) Sadly, I don't need centering or mentoring nor remembering My hermetic, eccentric, go get it, combusts something different Unleaded, regretless, magnetic, cursed, gifted, you bet it's A shiftless, vividly cryptic tryptic of meaningful misfit Brick and mortar, rest in peace business... That I'm not selling I'm bottomless welling on mountaintop telling Doom spelling, with room for formed poems compelling Grace felling, run yelling, cantankerous anchor of thankless cold rancor Wrapped in a fire blanket. M. Sanger still killing, spilling an oil tanker Of autistic anger on a Steel Tipped Dove banger. Rest of 'em manger Rappers are not in danger, familiar tat-faced stranger Trying their damndest to summon a mansion While managed by damaged humans who see you as cannon fodder For more modern "I wanna grow up and still be a child problem" Style of life goals. While I walk the white coals of preserved words In the hive minded heard of urban concerns sung from the burbs By beautiful birds that have never been served It's confusing to champion losing you's, goons, and average dudes While you diffuse utter muse, through your beautiful views In a silo of dues and crackers who stole blues But it's cool, I'd rather build my own school Than die in another man's duel
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- Doseone