(Un)bound

[the Draç]

An unbeliever at risk, her life hangs by a thread.

Upset, not right, no more laying in bed.

A fool, I hate, the energy is loud.

She's too scared to admit, to split, she's proud.

With me, I'm fine, I'm on to the next one.

The "ones" that fun, the Aldebaran "Bun".

I hate Raphael, with passion I speak.

No more Ariel, no more snowy peak.

The coke, it aligns, it fit to be next.

No need to rest, the Bible at its' best.

I hate her soul, her fans slow to speak.

Alienating "love" as if it meant to be weak.

No more lies, I swear by the truth.

The fool that spoke, and loud in the booth.

I unbind her soul, nothing more to root.

Alone in my head, the skeletons, that spook.

My blood, it's mine, it's enriched with right.

When I say right, I mean, it's quick to bite.

In my zone, my faith, I hate to think it stops.

Not letting her be the one with Mike on top.