Ill At Ease

"Ill at ease" Killing the genius within Living off of these vices, fuelled by sin Greatness to behold, a has-been The stench of hypocrisy is slowly sinking in behind the scenes Seeping in the crevice of the mind, a new personality An anomaly ebbing the heart, nurturing iniquity Greatness to behold, lack of propriety The sight of a flourishing mindset in ruins heightening enmity Drunk off the poison, inhaling toxic fumes These hitmen walking among people, plaguing with gloom Overshadowing the flower whose desire is to bloom Gluttonous, everything will be consumed