Attitude 
   oh hell yeah 
       to the depths 
   of the Mariana Trench 
         
     THUMP 
          THUMP 
               THUMP 
         THUMB 

4/4 steady beat 

   Reality sets in 
    (drumbeat starts to speed
  quarter notes turn to eighth notes)
    The bus doesn't stop where I want
    (beat hastens to sixteenth notes)
   Dropped in the middle of no where
     (swiftest consistency of
       hemidemisemiquaver)

  In love with conceptualised identity 
    there is nothing more essential 
    to the entwined tethers of a human 
       fear commits to nothing sincere 
      destiny affords a sharp Katana 
  a visage that smiles with the angels 
      is one found in the bowels 
     of Dante's hell

   Manipulation I am reminded 
      as a tactic infused narrative 
          enticed bite into the marrow
     not soft or pliable 
          hard bone, encapsulate 
      a thick candy coat
           which cracks 
        with a simple rock hammer