Accent - The Grey Kingdom I lyrics

Puffing his devil grass suggestive laws
Have placed that quote on
He puckers Os of smoke against the
Air in kissing so longs
Somehow satisfied ‘though his saddened
Eyes are magnified
This painful stimulation penetrates his
Deeply fathomed sigh
A bellowed cough escapes him reminding
Him of his weakened state
A sacrifice sleepily made above
The street’s police brigade
Perched atop his lonely roof he peers
Below to see it's maze
And spit's upon the sight of it
In spite of this he keeps his gaze
A gothic labyrinth of rats and pimps
Malicious deviants
And maddened men who speak alone
And pace amidst it's evil
The peacefulness of his secret
Home’s numbingly interrupted
By the sound of music humming from his phone
A friend whose trusted
"Aziz" "Hey I’m in the lab
Just finished this concoction
That we spoke about
If you’re in town I reccomend you stop in"
"Of course" then it clicked he
Reminsced of when as kids
They fantasized about the future but
Bluer is where it’s ended
Whispered murmurs beckon from
Beneath sneeringly in a huge frown
Teasing him of their whereabouts
He wishes he could swoop down
But knows that he must take the stairs
Skipping steps in couples
’til his breath is doubled
Once in front his stoop he needs to catch his
Mumbled exhalations halt his chest from
Racing while he curls out
Putting up his music loud enough
To block his world’s sounds
Now, selectively perceiving notices
A purple dusk and clouds of pearly dust in
Whirling fluffs dispersed amongst
A hazy thought
Thinking first to what his pal
Of late had finished with
The experiment of which he
Volunteered as guinea pig
This brilliant scientist who teaches
At the university
Believes his work can free the minds
Of those who feel that person’lly
Their fear defers their need to
Physically exceed their limit's
With a loss of inhibition and
An awesome gift of fitness
Biochemistry is well beyond his grasp
But grips the basics
‘though concerned with minor side affects
A catch he might be faced with
Something aches him
A hunger for release from this infinity
Of sick extremities in men he sees
The end he seeks
Wishing to scale an edifice and
Soar below to render this
True darkness from the light of
Life but fear’s preventing it
His friend is blissfully ignorant
Of this morbid contemplation
Hidden from the truth like
Clouds covering constellations
On the same tip
Aziz hasn’t told him what this drug’ll do
To one uncomfortable with inner demons
Eating up and through as far as he knows
Everything’s fine with our protagonist
Unaware to all inherent torture
Pain and agony
So naturally like everything in life
He’ll take his chances quick
He’ll look the devil in the eye with
Pride and slyly dance with him
Taking the train ’cause he’d rather see
The blackness than the view
Of men who’re ill and blue with
Filthy shoes who kill for food
Where children brood silly rules
Compulsively obsessed over
Next stop he’ll have to go up from
This blackened masking tour of the city
Breathing it's air again
Seeing it's careful blend
Of pushing people, good and evil
Who’re speeding through weary winds
Perceiving him arrogant a priest excretes
A glare at him
And very grimly walks away with his boy
"must be taking care of him"
Some pigeons leap like serraphim
Fleeing from under him
Others’ gluttonous stubbornness leave
Them bustling for crumbs of bread
Hungry but fed ignoring growls and
Scowls from human flock
At the welcome mat of destiny
Lowers his music box
(Intercom buzzer) "Who?" "It’s
Me" (Intercom buzzes)
And thus he steps through
Inside the vestibule his flesh consumed
By almost breathless swoon before him
White walls and tiles lace the corridor
His horrors more repressed
Somewhat bereft but moving forwarder
Towards a door in back an inch
Ajar perhaps an inch too far
And nudges it seeing his goggled
Friend with tongs pinching jars
Bubbling substances in aisled viles
Cross a granite counter
Past some random flowers and a
Tower of outlandish powders
"The man of the hour" breathes
Aziz below his lifting lenses
The tone of this gifted chemist
Suggesting his fresh agenda
Next to them a couple stools
‘though swivel chairs breed comfort better
‘s retinae’s peripheral compares some
Cream colored leather
Half-reclined with cushioned armrests and
Glass with alley view
Fantasizingly stepping forth, Aziz
Retorts: "yeah, that’s for you
Hey listen we should touch quick
Base on this serum’s theory"
Barely hearing clearly he nods
Shaken by dreary feelings
"As you know it’s like adrenaline and
Works like steroids of sorts"
Devoid of thought, he blankly
Stares with lying eyes, the boy is lost
"If you’re at all unstable mentally
This can be dangerous" his brain a mess
Breaking from distractive dreams he
Feigns a yes "alright bud
I’m gonna have to strap you
In this seat securely"
He retreating thor’ly bleeds a curdling
Drop asleep too early
Slight cringe when the syringe goes
In within some dreamy show
The gleaming glow of his only
Love seeming serene as snow
"Shelly" so elegantly swelling in
His flustered heart
Dancing to her own song alone
Inside her lush apartment
Sensing mood music through her
Face’s warm expression joy in happiness
He imagines the greatest composition
Laughing with her, from a distance
But still somehow connected
Retrospecter of a better time, forever mine
But never mind shifting to her shadowed
Corner, "Wait, no, what’s that upon her"
Nastily disfigured horrendous
Creatures attack, her arms de-
Tached from sockets, gasps
He watches and cries the lowest mutter
Witnessing her slowly smothered
Then the monsters close the shutters
"No you mother-!" Gut wrenching burst
Of pain revokes his slumber
There stands his friend
Another with that same glowing color
Throws his brother
Crashing into shelves crushing computers
Rushing uber fast he smashes through
The window something super
Jumping middle sky
He notices a quiet hooded cloak with eyes
Watching from above
He latches on a fire escape and climbs
Skipping flight with simple pull and
Thrust motions he now plateaus
Scans his glum horizon
One surprise is "where’d that one guy go?
Focus, Shell' I’ll be there soon"
Proceeds in full sprint
Tippy toeing over reddish shingles
Breeze just pulls him "Please be ok"
Feeling her warmness close
Lured by her soul’s blazing
Lull of comfort, ‘though not dwindling
Still nothing of her
Slow re-kindling, a touch of summer
Faintly glimmering
Now quaintly shimmering, illuminous
No pain she sings again
Her truest love, sighed relied
Unwinding lets his mind release
Spies the feet of greyish
Beings, dismayish feelings, his eyes retreat
To his hands of that same complexion
"Nay it couldn’t be
I’m plagued with the worst disease
I hope I didn’t hurt Aziz"
Of her he sees the light
When of himself but slightly brightening
Heightening to the building’s ledge
It's edge no longer frightening
Inside of him a hidden strength brews
Now at a harsh boil gargoyle at his side
Pushing off it down some yards he coils
Spins and swings to see the cinder
Fangs of that grinning thing
Whirring past to boast it's wingspan it
Turns and winks at him
Snags it by the tail "I will
Prevail" He flings it effortlessly
‘gainst the wall
Exploding chunks of brick rain
Like hail and fall
With ground a half a dozen meters
Close he grabs a lightpost
And one eighty catapults himself
The city night’s ghost
I’m saved, I’m not afraid