but the gift of the gab lies
in my repartee with my friend liam o'brian
he and i are like brothers
same cloth cut in different colours
till a hypocritical king up and ripped it from us
the innocents living in lisbon didn't do this
how can achilles even live with this shit
as if they were insiginfant
whole cities are ripped into bits
it seems the ability to think is a gift
then retreating back to the mist
i need to relieve the tension
speak in sentences too bleak to mention
every previous debt to creeds
just ends effective immediately
left free to vent my grivenances
to strengthen weakened links
between the people that should be free
but even me just feeling this is treasonous
even if it means that i'mafugitive
i swear to uphold the principles
i swear to uphold the principles
i swear to uphold the principles
i swear to uphold the principles
when even royalty is feeling raw
you'll see that loyalty is cheap
for the right pile of coins
you'll leave your boy lying in a soiled heap
but how can you think that you're doing good
roasting flesh and bones to ash?
there's a total lack of evidence
'cause no one yet invented photographs
no assassin was supposed to ask
that goes and blows the gaff
it's only me that weeds and mows the grass
my faith in what's right's shaken
mabye i should be more like haytham
trying to find the right way
i swar to uphold the principles
i swear to uphold the principles
i swear to uphold the principles
i swear to uphold the principles