Literature
Noble Knight
Breaking free from my resistance, oblivion is our existence
Robotic, hypnotic, neurotically we methodically fall free
From our family tree to be a prodigy on these fallin' streets
Blood on the sheets, choppin' you all up like doggie treats
Postmortem struck boredom into those that couldn't afford 'em
A concord hymn by Emerson cause we can't win, lit so dim
Don't let the sun shine in, I broke the bottle of gin for a grin
That left me feeling hollow, lone swallow, eclipsed by Apollo
Sun God, religious fraud, grown in an alien pod to applaud
Our hero's, known zero's, R-Kelly so jelly of the pork belly so smelly
Kanye West had to infest and in