El:
From a long line of the rancidest swine came the violaters
The cloven foot designers of high crime for the iron ages
Twisting down through time see them tryna unwind creation
Don't be suprised its a mistake to think their influence had faded
Well what a wretched state of danger we've made here, i thought to me
Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy, toxicly
Perhaps explaining tears and even tears in my cosmology
You numb yourself for years and it can wear upon you honestly
These old foxes got a lotta plots to out fox us
Tryna divi up and dump in corresponding boxes, how obnoxious
Where the heart and mind connect expect them targeting like archers
You will not travel towards the light if they're in charge of your departure
You'd think the universe forgot us the way the cursed pitch their product
As though our spirits not a fire that can't be snuffed or turned to dollars
Or the expanse across all space can't be contained in one small dollop
Now i see that its the same moment in history back to haunt us
And here we are again
Hello void, long time watcher, first time calling in
Every cage built needs an occupant got a dead bolt, see em lock it in
Had a good run but they stoppin it, wanna walk man to the coffin lid
Eat your heart out fiction fan
Truly the truths the stranger document
And at best im just getting it wrong
And at worst i've been right from the start
It hurts i'm being torn apart
Theres a grenade in my heart
And the pin is in their palm
Mike:
At best life is difficult poor and you pitiful
Then everyday's like a satanic ritual
Beautiful soul with a rogue and the criminal
How long must the holy hold onto they principles
Kickin and screaming while watching the demons
Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals
My pastor say God has promised us paradise, live a good life it is pivotal
I promised my momma that I would stay honest, but I want it all in the physical
And promise I'm honest I'll probably be punished cause keeping that promise too difficult
So picture me red as I sit on the bed with my hands on my head and this pistol too
Why the fuck must I be miserable
The devils they do the despicable
And still they move like they invincible
These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle
Doing the typical, keeping us miserable
Taking the most and providing the minimal
Hate to sound cynical but shit is pitiful
Times is just critical
Like Jimmy Seville
They cheerfully kill kids in a ritual
I'll murder the miserables
I'll make it all biblical
I'll cut off their heads they'll beg for their lives and I'll put it up digital
Fuck the political
The mission is spiritual
Static in my mind
Like sanity on borrowed time
Like right and wrong can't be defined
Theres a grenade in my heart
And the pin is in their palm
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