Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...

Magic has a colour!
It is not a shade that you can't see...

I still feel the air above my head
I can touch the things that hide...

You are my Delilah
And you I love so much...

Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...

Is there an angel on my shoulder?
One that's keeping me alive...

"GRIT"
This is not something you wish to chew...

Why is that the things I write
start with a simple thought...

Do not fear the reaper
But be advised he comes...

Take me away from this place
Abduct me from myself...

A god for every action
A god for every deed...

Confused and poisoned thoughts to begin
Uneducated words of minds twisting within...