Eatin’ all the jenkem Oh, it’s he of the shadows, Steven Jenkins Homeless he rides A sum of three fingers,

With effortless, profound lore, as cliched as lyrical facebook pos… that vibrates the shimmering silen… If the populous only knew the cost… Guiding lights,

At home with demons The true hell is solitude Vexing time elapse You are my gargoyle And affliction stains the soul

Forgone far too long the blind one tips her scale oppositions have taken root statutes are beyond the pale Lines are juxtaposed,

I wanna be called irreverent the void is gripping here Motion to the chest, sans-head What color would be fear? Break open the abscess,

Fresh out of frontiers The sole wanderer, of the endless plains The sun here is cold, it emanates a pale glow,

I’m building a soul Hoping it will fit with my shiftless heart or else these things I collect won’t mean shit.

Face to the breeze Eyes of the empty Chilling never so literal Roaming and pitiful Kill when ripe