So elegantly twisted are the greatest minds of all time So sickly demented the most imperative of rhymes While the deafest of men still rule the land of the blind The plot continually sickens with each roll of the die Watch clocks drop from walls as if id lost sense of time Theoretical relativity falls when gravity does unwind The inner gear work it stalls and there’s a glitch in my mind Robotic transformation protocol requires more than a bind To the ideals and opinions of things I can’t help but deny The sheer logical existence and I won’t idly stand by Watching gods minions keep humanity from asking why? Were we raised in a world full of deception and lies? When the truth is unfurled could we even recognize? or will we just stand there vacant behind our disguise like an outsider looking in, and i know where this world ends A question is the only thing much greater than an answer What good is a cure that doesn’t cause its own cancer? For reason is the only intent in human emotion We care enough to resent the lack of purpose or motion Like train wrecks of memories that we set out to create We’ve derailed our intentions and in turn raised the stakes With each hand we’re dealt we have made every mistake Till this world does stop spinning we will push till it breaks and it will, haha you see we're nothing more than a disease parasitic to mother earth like scabies or fleas soon she will have us all down on our knees like an outsider looking in, and i know where this world ends like an outsider looking in, and we all know just where this world ends

sound track of the apocalypse bitch i don't give a shit come fully equip with a Jeffry Dahmars starter kit blood on my reputation my whole life's a bad vacation youve come to the wrong place if your'e looking for salvation on your tv station feeding thoughts to the innocent the only thing left is the greedy and the ignorant were the last of a dying breed the last thing you'll ever see laying by the willow tree screaming bitch remember me? you probably dont, now go to sleep ,,, wake up its time for minds to snap so wake your conscience from its nap my brain hemorrhages like a sack of ex lab rats and dead black cats bad luck is something i never lack but blood just seems to help relax side effects will never last and dreams create an outlash the devil gambled for my brain and i bet all my cash i lost but will refrain to admit i got the last laugh i come from a dark place you may come from a light one just because i got the wrong idea dont mean you have the right one twisted rhymes may cross my mind from time to time when the barrel of the gun is starring at the clock as if the moon phased out the sun and you laugh.... but this has just begun

Consistently getting closer to the edge of an apocalypse of the nations While faceless business bastards sit and play politicians like play-stations Militantly tactful media monsters play their priceless role as the distracters While the mindless population fall in line and following blind is the true disaster There is no place to hide from the security you bought when they tricked you with pride Live in a fear of the tension that keeps building inside when you realize to late that they had lied Every time you turn on the news you learn more about the boundaries were crossing that instill war In the hearts of the pawns that wont have a home to come home to and have no idea what this fights really for. Streets crowded with hunger riots and neighbors looting each others shelters Raised as children on law of hatred so blind they can not see the true predators With marshal law around the corner we’re only fenced further apart No hope now left to right their wrongs if we still hold wrong within our hearts There is no place to hide from the security you bought when they tricked you with pride Live in a fear of the tension that keeps building inside when you realize to late that they lied Every time you turn on the news you learn more about the boundaries were crossing that instill war In the hearts of the pawns that wont have a home to come home to and have no idea what this fights really for I hope you know what you’re fighting for “when those bombs start falling on the first day of world war III”

So tell me the kind of problems that make you really hate your life Is it really world hunger politics and animal rights? Do you really care enough about our economy That every time a TAX is raised you wanna watch it bleed? This endless struggle is a battle against depression and oppression Just trying to stand tall against the overbearing millions That try to keep us down try to take our pride and laugh But who will be laughing when were all choking on gas? The ones that trust the system and the army to protect our country sadly will be swinging by their fucking neck because you’ve got it all wrong war is no fucking solution it is its own problem its no fucking revolution its no fucking revolution its no fucking solution its just another problem that’s against the constitution and were getting kinda sick of involuntarily funding something we don’t stand for and solves fucking nothing so we stand around and watch the clouds as the troops deploy a little baby cries when she sees her dad as lifeless as the toy that she holds in her hand of a soldier with a flag he looked just like her father before he was blown to bits and rags now a lack of smiles starts to spread like a disease across the land across the borders across the fucking seas theres no WINNER only losers when our coast’s engulfed in flames think its bad here the other countries look the same now its all a fucking cycle every ones finger on the trigger the death toll started small but we’re blood thirsty and now its bigger this race of arms is being run so fast the bystanders are all trampled if any one speaks against the war believe they will be handled Is there no solution? Must we really stand for this? Protection of the homeland doesn’t even fucking exist The only thing the army’s for is implementing death Forced by the sergeants and generals orders from the president terrorist groups were not the cause we knew just when and where they would strike and just how hard we could have been prepared like the plane that made its way toward the presidents estate notice how quickly that threat vanished how much effort would it take to use the satellites they use to watch me in my home and car to protect the people but no they needed a reason to declare war its just a fucking high school game for popularity and fame you act is if you’ll make some change but then it stays the same and we’re stuck with the same mother fucker for four years unless he dies does this make since to you it doesn’t in my disgruntled eyes the way that things are done in politics is so fucking absurd the things they try to convince us of I wont hear another word war is a problem not a solution war is a problem not a solution war is a problem not a solution war is a problem and its fucking useless

im a bad habit, like pulling tricks out of a white rabbit pull his vocal chords out and scream "just let them fucking have it" like a faulty gat can you even imagine standing on the devils grave just fucking laughing at time and space as theyre continually collapsing pulling on the trigger of mother earths 44 magnum and i say this has just begun everything, youve known is lies youve created youre own disguise everyone that you meet surely dies i aim it at the center of my brains processing unit they say im clinically insane i may as well pursue it push lucid dreams into overdrive because i am fluent in nine forms of mental masturbation its only for your safety i steadily release frustration cos youre dancing on a paper thin wall of anticipation if you fall through youll be subject to my sick manipulation and it has happened again and again live in a world that doesnt even deserve to exist nearly as long as the holographic images have chose to persist continually reminding me of all the reasons i created to quit the joke i call relation with the sinking of ships they always have, everyone will. dont you realize we are in hell still? just digging pieces in deeper fucking holes. in the fabric of our own souls this is the back track when you smoke crack in the back of a cadallac with a black cat every time i get my sanity back i just wanna snap harder than superman when he broke his fucking back rolling up in your moms ass at the speed of light every time she sees me she turns on the light this is the end of the night and shes feeling right and i make her fly like a fucking kite everything, youve known is lies youve created youre own disguise everyone that you meet surely dies imagine Ted Bundy in your dads undies dancing to mily cirus spread like the HIV virus got you thinking about feminist feeling like a kid again a priest snorting coke with the president making magic johnson retire the future's on fire disappear in a hearse watch it disperse into a dead girls skirt i make that bitch hurt make the blood flow like you already know

if the devil took his time he could have written better books portrayal of the divine was laced with tiny hooks so like fish ignore the line to many cast outlandish looks toward our absence of time and treat us like thieves and crooks for spelling out indecency written in 7 mortal's words this lost sense of humanity makes less sense than every verse that spills what i flaunt as insanity to make you realize its worse to succumb to the naivity than disregard your future hearse every last breath spoken every final word ever sputtered has the strength of a million liars and every truth they ever muttered between ghosts and misconceived details that made them shutter but the left eye gives you away before your vocal chords even stutter they say an angel fell but he was the reason music was made and heaven created hell when said creator felt betrayed but aren't humans just his image? so much evidence we have made between rape and wars we wage under the looking glass we've stayed and neglected all commandments though we hold them high within our courts refusing to understand it when all your priests are touching little boys you hold up to unobtainable values you will fall far from your course the human mind's become so fragile we're inferior to modern toys every last breath spoken every final word ever sputtered has the strength of a million liars and every truth they ever muttered between ghosts and misconceived details that made them shutter but the left eye gives you away before your vocal chords even stutter what started as an explanation for what could not be explained has flourished as implementation of fear meant to keep us estranged from simplistic worldly value which our mother earth upholds replenish, love, and recreate and you shall prevail with her own soul but follow greed and false reason and become victim to the fear- mongering flesh ridden demons we have invited now to steer in all directions but improvement to make submission our career objectified to our disillusion and now we seem to be stuck here ... so tired of being stagnant i dont want what you have to offer ive made my own rules your two faced morals are rather awful i wont ever claim righteousness when i fail to understand whats proper every women every man own equal right to decide whats right for him or her every last breath spoken every final word ever sputtered has the strength of a million liars and every truth they ever muttered between ghosts and misconceived details that made them shutter but the left eye gives you away before your vocal chords even stutter

So tired of the persuasion of institutionalized anticipation So often left elevating in meaningless aggravation So heavily we are sedated by FOX’s sly imitation of relevant inclinations hidden by a vale of contemplation their business of erasing the truth and poetically replacing it with stories your embracing as if through aversive elation and you’re the only one left playing with your self image you’re enslaved in to repeat your errors once again with the publics willingful acceptance you see they play the distraction card on every hand they are dealt to keep our eyes off reality make sure the dissonance isn’t felt because if it was we would become more than a hollow human shell and all the realisms discovered would have a whistle blown as well but we are scared of commitment to call out a dissident government for denying civilian protest of all its bias employment of such theories in advertent forms of freedom that contradict the very stitches were founded in we continue to let them implement homeland security, officers intent, probable cause, airline security legislation trading our last strand of freedom for the illusion of safety to prevent an act we define best and persist to prove the definition of terrorism for our leaders are thoroughly practiced in the silent art of an illusionist’s tactics you see they play the distraction card on every hand they are dealt to keep our eyes off reality make sure the dissonance isn’t felt because if it was we would become more than a hollow human shell and all the realism's discovered would have a whistle blown as well

I fell off the short bus it had residual effects No way to know how detrimental would be what comes next The doctor says I have a multi personality complex But only half of us agree and the rest say to resist Now even the man with the idiot box for a head Takes a stand toward the crowd asks “how long have we been dead?” Decaying and inhabited by desensitized and euphoric Disillusion that date back to a time so prehistoric The inner complications of a man in his own head Darkest place you comprehend in your pre frontal cortex Just dancing with the demons that you know are already dead You stumble over words and fall into your own vortex i used to exist very differently, waking up daily having new forms of epiphany's now each memory seems bleak and everything but the shakes have grown weak to me and nothing seems as astonishing as looking back on these fucked up dreams but relax. its all just words that react to the simple mundane fact i cant control my own past without killing off images of premonitions i used to lack long before i cracked ive spent a lot of time in places you've only seen in the movies so if you think you understand its only because you see through me i directed this film and cast myself as the town drunk so i dont have to explain to you why this ships already sunk but is it knowing the cause or has it caused its own cure? we spin circles until our shadows all blend into one perfect blur that becomes our ghost in which we speak through in tongues and i am quite sure you tend to struggle to comprehend the meaning in these flimsy words but they dont hold a fucking torch to the words we dare not ever speak psychiatrists prey upon all of the feeble and meek and i may slip through your crowd but that wont ever be me