Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by: Toussaint Morrison
Released June 24, 2014
ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/nightfort
Hello, it’s me
I stole your keys
To the cage
I’m out and runnin’
free
I won’t take
It quick
When we see you out
I think it’s time you
call your God
-
Fresh daily and I’m
brewin’ by the hour
Went from walkin’ thin
ice to swimmin’ in hot water
I live a crazy life, a
poisonous wild flower
Shootin’ fireworks off
rooftop parties at Bowser’s
I’m unacceptable.
Callin’ your boys out
To the Gotham bank to
cash a few checks they wrote with their mouths
I don’t walk the walk,
I float the ground
Consult a blog for how
I’m supposed to sound
You’re better off
hanging with the Belmonts or gettin’ the hell outta town
I’m not responsible
for my actions after sundown
It’s the
ceilin’-walkin’, time-traveler, decision-damager
The queen-fuckin’, law-breakin’,
Black Lannister
It’s cold inside
regardless for outliers
Where every cop, deep
down, aspires to be William Stryker
The straits are dire.
So, I walk the streets at night
Searchin’ for the
city’s pulse beneath a dien’ light
It’s not the full moons,
it’s not the creatures,
It’s not the shrieks
breakin’ loose every time you turn a street
That stole my sleep
and civility. Baby, it’s elementary.
I lost it the moment I
tried to change what it was meant to be
Fightin’ crime turned
to fightin’ all the time
Turned to fightin’ the
law I used to fight alongside
Whatever it is-
believe the hype
It’s gotta go wrong
before it goes right.
-
Hello, it’s me
I stole your keys
To the cage
I’m out and runnin’
free
I won’t take
It quick
When we see you out
I think it’s time you
call your God
-
CHORUS
Tonight
Tonight is where it
ends
To the other side
To the other side
someone will rest
-
I wish she could
disappear, Hermione Granger
The woman I paid most
my years, she’s a stranger
She wouldn’t drop the
games even if coach dropped her pay
Kicked her off the
team and placed her on waivers
I put her on my back
so she couldn’t reach my heart
She held on with one
hand, the other on
Her knife. I survived
this far
But now they only know
me as the man with 7 scars
It’s in the past, and
if they want to, let’em laugh
We’ve all taken a few
flights that were meant to crash,
So, fly off. Meet me
back on the helipad.
I’ll take’em all on,
they’re messin’ with the wrong telepath
You never fully
grasped the statement “nothin’s meant to last”
Oddly, it was the only
thing that stuck with me when I left class
Heads clash in this
war where no one’s fightin’ with the heart
And I grin as I watch
the city be swallowed by the dark
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PRE-CHORUS
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CHORUS
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