Are we all fallin hard from our world at war?
i just wanna know who's 
lookin up towards the stars anymore, is that normal?
and how far forward could we march on the floor 
before what was started is over 
and our story's ignored in a worm hole?
sure, i'm no longer a soldier in uniform 
though, i am reborn a taurus with horns 
so, holler out torro, you've been warned
and until i'm thrown from my corner
i will restore my portal 
back to full form before the 
bulletstorm engulfs my mortal soul 
and i'm a ghost on the board as my vocal 
cords still float in the vortex or this forum
oh well, i'm torn in both quarells
there's disorder distortin my borders
and my heart feels the warnin
i'm the target to toil with
but i won't let the darkness destroy
my appointment to show up 
why should i postpone it
because my opponents
notice i'm enjoyin my moment, grow up
			
				





