Carved Identity

Carved Identity

A Poem by Noir Crescent
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Lyrics ** Rap **

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** Name, Birth, Gender.
Who I am matters not to you
or anybody else,
Who I am is a matter of
Who I want to be
Not Who you want to see,
Who I am lasts as long as
I do
and I only lasts til I go insane...

I am my own reign
of Terror,
my own thane
of Error,
and my own pain
til the end of Forever...

and nobody can change that for me.
and nobody can change that.
and nobody...**

See the world falling apart
in front of my eyes,
nothing seems to matter anymore.

Lost everything
and it was all 'cause of me (all 'cause of me x3)
and my lies.

No tears or apologies
can make up for my crimes
and all I can do is cry (cry).

So tired of this life,
so tired of playing these stup*d games,
I just want get real.

** Name, Birth, Gender.
Who I am matters not to you
or anybody else,
Who I am is a matter of
Who I want to be
Not Who you want to see,
Who I am lasts as long as
I do
and I only lasts til I go insane...

I am my own reign
of Terror,
my own thane
of Error,
and my own pain
til the end of Forever...

and nobody can change that for me.
and nobody can change that.
and nobody...**

Given all the time I had,
I couldn't make anything right at all,
and now
I'm losing and getting mad.

What is there to lose?
What is there to gain?
What can I do to make a change.

I'm taking up the hammer,
I'm looking at the mirror,
I'm ready to see things clearer.

Break through the barrier (that I call home)
and make my way (way)
to the throne of my true empire.

** Name, Birth, Gender.
Who I am matters not to you
or anybody else,
Who I am is a matter of
Who I want to be
Not Who you want to see,
Who I am lasts as long as
I do
and I only lasts til I go insane...

I am my own reign
of Terror,
my own thane
of Error,
and my own pain
til the end of Forever...

Clack clack clack
Imma hack hack hack 
til I break my back 
to become what I lack.

Whack whack whack 
let's pick up the slack
'cause I'm not going to be like
those suits hanging on a rack.

Clack clack clack
Imma hack hack hack 
til I break my back 
to become what I lack.

Whack whack whack 
let's pick up the slack
'cause I'm not going to be like
those suits hanging on a rack.

Clack clack clack
Imma hack hack hack 
til I break my back 
to become what I lack.

Whack whack whack 
let's pick up the slack
'cause I'm not going to be like
those suits hanging on a rack.**

Never going back to my past,
I'm looking forward
towards a newfound era.

This is where I belong,
this is who I've become,
this is my carved identity.

My carved identity 
lives a life so much freer
no more thoughts of never
cause every bit of my sorrow
is severed.

** Name, Birth, Gender.
Who I am matters not to you
or anybody else,
Who I am is a matter of
Who I want to be
Not Who you want to see,
Who I am lasts as long as
I do
and I only lasts til I go insane...

I am my own reign
of Terror,
my own thane
of Error,
and my own pain
til the end of Forever...

and nobody can change that for me.
and nobody can change that.
and nobody...

 Name, Birth, Gender. **

© 2018 Noir Crescent


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Added on November 13, 2018
Last Updated on November 13, 2018
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Noir Crescent
Noir Crescent

New York City , NY



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