The Watchers' Curse

[Nekh-tarr (李)]

The one with the night stick, the Tall Grey Prick.

Abducting minds and being a misfit.

Solid like shake, we war with what's to come.

To be with her is to be one's numb.

Fight, the height, the angel with great strength.

Michael lost his soul, his grave after staked.

Too many times, I cannot trust.

The one who continues to wine and fuss.

No more rights, I get what I want.

A best friend who slowly, turned into a punk.

No more reign, his status is down.

While I'm with her, he continues to frown.

I hate the fact, now God must choose.

Sleeping in after I hit the snooze.

For once in his life, he feels kingdom come.

I bind his soul to Satan for it to be fun.

His name is Mike, he fell straight down.

The one who continues to go to the town.

Emotionless I stay as I stare.

He won't admit his girl is fair.

We cut to class, I ignite his frame.

The President Marbas is on his game.

Sickle Cell like symptoms, he was the one to blame.

The disease slowly eradicated his brain.

In pain, he hates, the one he loved.

Looking down when he should be looking above.

His laughs crackle as his appearance depletes.

A stupid ass angel won't admit defeat.

He felt, he knew, his back is hunched.

The ones he loves are in a bunch.

I have what I want and I make her proud.

Now I was the only one with her on a cloud.