About one of the toughest times in my life. Sage is a wise mentor and in this period of my life a friend stepped up to the plate to be a sounding board and mentor. It is a subtle nod to him and those that were there for me in such a hard time. A time where we learn to correct our shortcomings as well as look at the outside factors as to where it got so broken.
Crashing tides of reckless abandon, we are the kings of this mountain of dust. I see the mindless, the selfish self-indulge and gorge upon the weak. One of the greats once told me, "Love is like a cancer." Question after question, the only answer is suffocating emptiness of a void long and deep. But right or wrong, I'll choose my place amongst wolves and before gods. Defiant and unmoving, the bones of demons and gods litter my mountain of dust. Bright lights, big dreams, you choose blue pill or red. I'll swallow both hand and all. For they see visions and dreams but choose your spun words of failing memories. Where demons are gods, but graces are the things of vices. I've seen devils, and I've known vices. They made me a king of this mountain of dust. Before all I stand tall and fear nothing. So I guess it's true, there's no rest for the wicked. He told me love was like a cancer. So I guess it's true, there's no rest for the wicked, maybe it's me that is the cancer. So I guess it's true, there's no rest for the wicked. But it wasn't me, I was never the cancer.
released December 6, 2018
Joshua Barbee and Revisionist