At a loss of angles, have em tossing anger, but they don't often aim it.
I just put it off the table. Easily these thoughts are taken
"Metal" from the sharpest painters carrying the mark of angels.
Another boss they want fate of. I'ma go out, never scoff or shake em.
Like a strawish paintbrush I'll be a cross and anchor.
Walk through sent shots that my thoughts are tanking.
Now thats a bang up job a vagabonds art for sages.
Adopting all of these changes when it turns on you
So far from length that god might just hang up.
Will you foster hatred? Mad at the game and those that play it?