‘Prize’

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

Fading pictures caked in years of dust.
So many broken and lost by mistrust.
Fractured figures of hollow pleas.
Disgusted by everybody’s…

You carved a will from the beauty.
Decided to mount a war to loot me.
Saw it coming but sat and watched.
You might be soiling but I’m not.
For death is easy while livings hard.
I’m not deranged like you are without heart.
So offer something that isn’t blood.
Though mark my I’m not to be misunderstood.

Cause…

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

But here…
In the midst of madness and fear!
With celebration on demand!
Time to lend a disfigured hand.

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.