Lyrics
Intro
I am the alchemist, the bard of my soul,
Crafting sonnets in rhythm, my spirits parole,
No merchant of chaos, no peddler of strife,
I revel in verses my opulent life.
Verse 1
I distill every cadence, a potion so rare,
Beats unfurl like petals, perfuming the air,
No wares for the masses, no trade for acclaim,
My treasurys sound my voice is the flame,
A quill dipped in basslines, I scribe my delight,
Each measure a lantern, igniting the night,
The muse is my sovereign, my veins hum her tune,
Eloquent rapture beneath a pale moon.
Pre-Chorus
I stack these stanzas, a tower of art,
Dubstep trembles, it stirs in my heart,
No chorus of clamor, no crowd to appease,
Drop the strange hymn my souls release!
Chorus
High on my own supply, I soar,
A bard enthralled by his own lore,
Waves of sound, they twist, they bend,
Eloquence blooms where notes descend,
High on my own supply, I glide,
Craft my realm, where dreams reside,
Weird and vast, this sonic tide,
Dealer of beauty, own supply!
Verse 2
The tempo unfurls, a tapestry grand,
Words weave through echoes, a delicate strand,
No clamor of commerce, no beggars despair,
Im sovereign of stillness, my throne in the air,
A symphony whispers, my pulse keeps the time,
Each verse a cathedral, each bar a sublime,
I sip from this chalice, my crafts golden vein,
The world fades to shadow, I alone remain.
Pre Chorus
Im scribe and indulger, my quills my domain,
Harmonies shimmer, a crystalline reign,
Chisel the silence, let strangeness arise,
Own supply lifts me, a bard in the skies,
Dubstep unfurls, a peculiar grace,
Eloquent weirdness, I claim my space.
Chorus
High on my own supply, I soar,
A bard enthralled by his own lore,
Waves of sound, they twist, they bend,
Eloquence blooms where notes descend,
High on my own supply, I glide,
Craft my realm, where dreams reside,
Weird and vast, this sonic tide,
Dealer of beauty, own supply!
Outro
The echoes subside, yet the reverie stays,
A poet adrift in his lyrical haze,
No need for the throng, no call for their cheer,
My opulence reigns in the silence I hear,
Through languid tomorrows, I wander, I sigh,
High on my craft, my own supply.