The Beacon Runneth Over

There’s thousands of puzzles that have never been solved and never will be Please excuse my OCD as it floods my brain completely I’m a man of cold hard evidence As I’ll be sure to fax you all my fax complete receipts As they continuing printing “Follow me, I can give you answers you didn’t know you needed” What he whispers in the ears of the vulnerable Dear prince of fallen angels, Tell me every demon was once apart of heaven She could have dropped her sword and ran But instead she used your words against you indisputably She runs away with the weight of the world on her shoulders, and the power to turn any metal into gold And any heart into a slave for her idolized soul She had the politicians begging for answers and writing down notes While your fathers prayed tenfold There’s thousands of unsolved crimes that have never been solved and never will be And there’s no justice in higher security But the warriors in red have a hold of me Showing me a more progressive way of masculinity While your fathers blew their money on tokens of affection, Paying for love tenfold There’s a million questions I have about my mind that have never been answered, and never will be Like why my OCD has to take over me completely, Repeating the same lines to myself quietly I feel like a mental patient in my own hospitality Writing novels of accountability While your fathers were on their hands and knees With blood on their hands, Screaming “why did this happen to me?” Like feeling relief after a break up Something was your sign all along We either don't see it until it's too late Or we choose to ignore it And you can't convince me otherwise; Spies have one job And yours was to be a part of my life I'm used to feeling disappointed But that doesn't mean it gets less scathing And you can't convince me otherwise; A spy has one job And with the blood on your hands, Caught red-handed, You failed at only disappointing me slightly You didn't have it in you to give me the bare minimum Like the warriors before you that dropped their swords and ran, Regretting their choice of a life of violence over romance Dear prince of fallen angels, Please remind me that every demon was once at the hands of God, fighting for forgiveness tenfold