Sentry I hear my ghosts howling/ So rattling/ And jarring, my soul hounding/ Me for these broke answers/ Am I thrown, damaged/ Or chose, branded/ For more by God, my life a loaded challenge/ Because when I awoke malice/ Was waiting for me, but I drove past it/ Trying to close caskets/ But those bastards/ Wont stammer/ As they sing in smoke, panels/ Of trauma and low status/ Behold, pastures/ Arent green but they're the most ravaged/ Coasts imagin-/ Able through your scopes halfwits/ "How did he cope, man it's"/ "Funny he waited this long to broach about his"/ "Abuse at our son's gross hands, did"/ "He make it up, why'd he wait so long, I don't grasp it."/ Because it's not for you to decide/ My perceived rights/ As I tell the truth you deride/ And believe I/ Derived/ From a place of hatred and obscene lies/ These fires/ Have been burning all these nights/ Over years, over twenty Iv...