~ Ipso Facto Consecutio ~

~ Ipso Facto Consecutio ~

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WON

you should not have fucked with me you should not have summoned me

all that fire could not stick all that hate just built this

i kept pace through every hit you made this

deal with it

raised on the religion of consequence and strain every mile a lesson every scar a name

told me keep on running deal with it in stride taught me how to carry what should split a man inside

made me take the pressure made me hold the line made me drink the poison like it all was part of time

now look what kept on walking now look what learned to stand now look what crossed the furnace with the whole world in his hands

you spent your breath you spent your flame you spent your fame against my name

you spent the night to stop this dawn but i kept marching right along

when i walk in juris diction stands all you threw broke empty in your hands

i kept the pace through ash and blame you should not have made an enemy of this name

when i walk in the consequence is plain you spent your whole world i remain

i march slow to center not charging not late already hearing judgment in the rhythm of my gait

fear tried to recruit me grief tried to pull rank death itself came grinning i just let it shoot blanks

all your forms of warfare mind and soul and skin all your poisons entered none of them saw my end

cause i learned containment from a life that would not quit you taught me keep on moving now deal with what you built

you loaded shame you loaded blame you wrought games of reigns and chains of disdain against my mane

you spent your storm before the bell and still i stood and wore it well

when i walk in even juris diction stands all you threw broke empty in your hands

i kept the pace through ash and blame you should not have made an enemy of this name

when i walk in the consequence is blame you spent your whole world i remain

left right deal with it whole life deal with it

every wound deal with it kept that stride deal with it

i can hold deal with it push too far deal with it

if i turn if i loose if i let consequence choose

then all that force you thought was free comes home in order through me

i am the wrangler of the things you fear the beasts you buried know me here

the monsters love me cause i learned their reins i rode with consequence through smoke and chains

i did not come here begging for release i came in black already crowned by peace

not gentle peace not coward peace but the kind that walks when all wars cease

when i walk in juris diction stands all you threw broke empty in your hands

i consumed your tyrranical monsterous disdains through never ending fires and your lashing loathing flames you should not have contained and imprisoned an enemy

especially of this name

when i walk in consequence is blood and fire in my veins you spent your whole world

i reclaim

you made this stride deal with it you made this frame deal with it

you called this voice deal with it now hear the law

and live with it