Artistic License

So it flies - the life that pumps your venom is painting these scars Knuckles brushing the mixes into this magniloquent masterpiece Inside this fist - You're powerless and drowning in regret Inside this fist - is an artist waiting to be born How many ways can I break you? You haven't got the digits to count anymore How many tears can wash your manhood away? No more prayers... Streaks of misinterpreted splendor paint your smile...forming an abscessed grimace Disillusioned revelry inspires the loathing from millions of others lost Now the rays that shot from your soul-window... danced like the sun but slumber now, fading like the moon Inside this fist - You're powerless and drowning in regret Inside this fist - is an artist waiting to be born How many ways can I break you? You haven't got the digits to count anymore How many tears can wash your manhood away? No more prayers...by now your knees must be broken