Darkest Arts - Dangers

Rock and roll nigga

Half-breed mulatto faux pas

Bleach out my darkness

Blend me into the bourgeoisie

The darkest arts, the blackest magic

A sleight of hands to blot-out all of my savage

I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within

I’m just a bad magic trick

I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within

I’m both the lynched and the mob

I’m just a bad magic trick

Miscegenated

Cross-pollinated

The misdirection

The self-deception

Self-loathing

Self-hatred

The darkest arts, the blackest magic

The alchemy of twisted acid

The darkest arts, the blackest magic

The odd man out, the family secret

Brand me a liar, brand me a thief

Some see the skin, some see what’s trapped underneath

Where do you run when you’re running from yourself?

From your cells, from the sickle, chop down the tree of your kin

I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within

No, I’m just a bad magic trick