Wishes in blood

Born without a silver spoon
Looking up making wishes to the moon, on a dark night, no light, no wont fight... little did he know he was being groomed, ticking, waiting to rock too tock to tick - branded as thick until tick tock goes boom where the bad things loome
Destined for greater things, heart bleeds before it sings... Good tidings it brings, the sum
Of all fears, the gay-lord of the rings, bad things loom ready to catch him slipping, ready or not he's not slipping, tripping nothing is written so finger licking tasty, no where to f***in place me, pace me even try to race me through chicanes and curves and you'll suffer friction burns, emotion blurs, without a frown washing down your racial slurs...
Oooo do you think of me as happy as larry with my girl on my knee or stranded in this spooky town start right this way and the phone lines are down the floor is crackling cold - she took my heart she took my soul did I f***** die, did I No, little did I know this would make me grow stronger prolong hunger to play your games I no longer seek shelter but learned to dance in the rain, embrace my pain, jeckly can now Hyde whilst able I can be Cain while I still have blood in my veins, let go of the rains as my heart beat thuds I'll make wishes in blood.