Strings

This one is still a bit unfinished, but I left it sitting for a while to let thoughts simmer and hope to come back and finish it.

Holds his head down to keep the devil low to the ground

Still hears his voice tries to paint a smile but pops a frown

Infesting all around relentlessly killing the proud

Pilling the mouths of all the children with doubts

He's filling the clouds with loud thunderous sounds

Erupting ponderous frowns upon plunderous towns

Putting ruin into the numberless mounds of family found

Just to be renowned tragedy bound he's finally crowned

He wants nothing more than for you to contemplate suicide

To compensate for you and I to penetrate world-wide

Emulate the rip-tide for the demostrative insight

"Teach us how to drain life to congregate moonlight

Next thing on our list is to obligate our tools, right?"

Don't designate the speculated and don't speculate eyesight

Interrogate the pool of light don't negotiate when you can fight

Walk on a tight rope if it means you can formulate your flight