Cynics and Detractors

[Verse 1: Ilockey]
It’s not bad to listen to their shit but to do is even better
I’m fed up with being a customer, customer doesn’t show a talent
I gathered and opened too many envelopes, now it’s time to write my own letter
Starting and finishing of something makes me feel only loneliness matters
As if nothing is left to speak about every word becomes corny
How many times should we hear I’m sorry, I kill you, how could you leave lonely
These lines of story is becoming stodgy and kings are losing their glory
And past legends are fading away and starting to become the invisible part of mythology
I look through the future and the darkness is all I see but then how the fuck I see
Cuz it’s madness created from sadness, made in pain and that thing undoubtedly strengthens
That’s what makes me relentless to break my shackles I am no more in grasp of the standards
I am about to paint Black Square cuz nobody knows what is left unwritten
It’s impossible to find something, nearly, cuz there are too many seekers
They say you won’t make or get anything new, it’s been a long time since I no longer listen to ‘teachers’
You forgot bitches when there is no more creatures in wood to hunt, hunter becomes a fisher

[Verse 1: Ilockey]
I start to write when everybody is sunk into slumber, cuz I suffer from jet lag
This time I ain’t gonna take the same bait twice and I don’t want to recover again
But I don’t mean my broken neck and wounds on my chest after the plane crash
That left my body paralysed, but the list of my organs has never contained my brain and hands
Bring me the horizon stupids it’s like I will bring you my mind
But if I do this latter first, you realize the deal is not so nice
Your brain size is big it’s just owner is at least too shy, guys
I’d better leave in a blink of an eye with the speed of light, fortunately, you still need a little more time to realize why
They say a minute matters but no unless you put something in it
Those are the words I’ve gathered and now I am chilling and trying to call it lyrics
Pure tears are like fresh air, invisible and fills your lungs with holy spirit
If it that’s so the holiest person could be a cynic
Nothing is more funny than detractors try to detract anybody, cuz I am these assholes’ bad weather
I know it's a paradox but remember a cynic is the one detracts better
Detractors’ first impression is kind of good, at first glance you may think they are relentless rebels
In fact, Rhymes and metaphors and now these motherfuckers are like sheep all they need is a damn clever shepherd

[Verse 1: Ilockey]
My name sounds like Ilia, ilia is ill and bring him some bills
Or soon you will feel how nice is peace, I am decease
Which decreases the chance that you will miss this feeling
That you are gonna have it in a minute. Bitches I am a cynic
And shifting a real meaning from a preach into kidding
From your lips to your lipsticks, from a dick to a condom
From a sex to a porno, that’s a human into robot, Yes I mean of course
I am the one ringing on your nerves
And singing into your consciousness
I make you suffer from my existence
Look at your smile on your face to find out a definition of nonsense
Your head is alive but brain is dead
You try to smile in fact you’re mad
The story is funny but content is sad
Sorry for this kind of emotional accident
Cry baby this is what matches your face
Everything you do now is for my sake
At least, that will teach you you shouldn’t have played my game that’s insane
You are burning with shame so bad you forgot your name
If you had a chance now you would send me directly to a jail
This is lice that is trying to eat into my brain what a siliness
Causing only itchy feeling on my skin surface
You are burning in hell but the smile is the same
(How did you do that)