Pressure under the whetstone Measure Love by the singing of pet crows Treasure the pleasure that death tolls Running to life as the doves reach crescendo Plant your seeds in silence but let your garden speak volumes Enough to fill Olympic pools with the drool of all your grandest foes & court-side fools They dressed up in hair-metal costumes to match pageantry to posse-cuts about savagery From dawn til dusk in an alphabetic ruse Hidden truths lie awake and waiting on a boys out badge for liar’s proof Rewired just to tug the noose that’s wrapped around a golden goose Shooting perfect scores with dumb-luck As certified by the buck-hunt I put fear in the heart of all my heroes before I set them free of expectations to dare age with grace then flip the page to domestication Pressure under the whetstone Measure Love by the singing of pet crows Treasure the pleasure that death tolls Running to life as the doves reach crescendo I got that barrier attraction which means when you push you pull me closer Processing various actions That means I continue to function even when you’ve mashed the buttons Call it “closure” A king has no friends, only subjects & enemies The sacred & obscene connected at the heart & welded at the seams I give away words in exchange for unexplainable joys You give away love for ticket to the isle of misfit toys I could feed your soul through the taxi meter if I needed jewels to bleed through Passively riding through life until it’s time to pay the fine? That’s fine I’ll hike 90 miles through a steampunk apocalypse just to reach the diamond mine They say heat took hold Plus aggressive, pleasure-less circumstances turn a black boys to gold at the crux of these infinity folds So it goes Pressure under the whetstone Measure Love by the singing of pet crows Treasure the pleasure that death tolls Running to life as the doves reach crescendo