Wake Up

Wake up wake up! It’s 6 in The morning. You got shit to do today, though nothing is important. No time to waste, soak in all that gorgeous. Dawn your shoulder plates, conquering the forest. A knight in shining armor, go and step out of your door. See what you brought that sword for. Your dagger too, bases covered, foolproof, but it ain’t proof enough for you. You’re kind of obsessed with your next step, don’t know where to start. How bout forward? the rest will play its part underneath the arms of the trees sway. You see them swoon in the wind, sounds like danger check your exits for an e- scape. No said this would be easy, this no cheesecake. Are you fighting for peace? As you travel on deeper, the less you can see. Find a cave, you’re feeling weary. You ain’t walking or seeing clearly. All that armors heavy. Start a fire, then sleep and dream of your deary. Now that you ain’t worried, you can rest easy. Hope that spider right behind ya doesn’t mind ya. Good thing you’re a fighter. Wake up wake up! It’s 6 in The morning. You got shit to do today, though nothing is important. No time to waste, soak in all that gorgeous. Dawn your shoulder plates, there’s spiders in the forest. And she’s minding your presence, she’s not loving you like gollum and precious. You’re about to hit the road but she paralyzes you. So much for what your iron do. If only your armor weren’t man, but spider proof. Nature’s made no fools, it drags you into its den, there’s other men and their tools, All bones and cobwebs. It hangs you on the wall, you have to think, but a sec. How to pierce the veil, may the jaws of life save you again. And just to think, you’re the bakers boy making bread. Your mama loved you so with your crooked smile and matted head. You dream about your home and just drift off again. The next time you wake up, you might be dead. You open eyes to a spiders maw and start to squirrel for a sec. The dagger slips, It swallows it, and you feel your next. not even monsters swallow knives without a reality check, and It’s dead. You take off all your armor and take off like the wind, You’re lucky as hell, take advantage of it. Don’t weigh yourself down trying to prove that you’re legit. Be grateful a spider couldn’t spit. Wake up wake up! It’s 6 in The morning. You got shit to do today, though nothing is important. No time to waste, soak in all that gorgeous. Lose your shoulder plates, no conquering the forest.