Grotesque maids made by a maiden

Created to scorn at the horns that they came with

Demons are born to be fooled they have halo’s and blues using ramps have been lied that they’re able

Holding a cane, holding faith in a fable

Gravity outweighs the kingdom of god

Why you sink to the earth and don’t fly to the stars

Like the ground is the table you clean for approval

You want to be needed by those who’d remove you

Cuz finding the need for yourself isn’t fruitful

Chasing empty gratitude and legendary status

While the odds against your favor would suggest you’re only average and even if you make yourself a presence while alive

If your ghost doesn’t talk then your promise was a lie

Your children are the same rags appointed to this duty

I refuse to clean my acting so could somebody shoot me

Man down, I refuse to be a man

I refuse to be a character that you can understand

I am not a standard archetype you plan in a lab

Shopping Earth-chan memes to recycle for a laugh

Purifying purgatory phantoms from the prozac

Conning these imaginary games, where the pros at?

Cognac ceremonies celebrate the lack of taste

Nerve damage, internal arson, then regurgitate

Strangled, stranded, emotionally famished

Feasting on reflections in a desert made of glass fish

Optical illusions are dessert for the deserted

A chemical imbalance that won’t nourish the perverted

Made in someone’s image; neurological incursion

Paper doll hand holding cutouts with no purpose

Are actually potential fighter planes beneath the surface

Usurpers


Hostile take over isn’t merger

Taking away your face is the same thing as murder

Destabilize the honeycomb, the frontal lobe steers further

From a tidy home counting off the grim reapers metronome

Bone to ash, smoking all the hash

Running from the past towards a cliff coming fast

A race against time where the goal’s to come in last

Survival of the fittest where the most depraved last

Eating human flesh then repenting just to fast

Topple competition, all the trash belongs in hell

Better off destroying all your enemies yourself

Siamese twins, watch your own back

Grow more eyes or watch your neck snap

Paranoia pays off the refs like New England

It’s all black and white every currency is English

Babylon’s a myth it only takes time to witness

I bet you already knew that

Gamble our dreams in a match

I hope you strike at bat

Motivation is a trap

You think everyone does laps?

Rest on an automated path

Rich niggas don’t write no raps

They write your contract

I will never be a slave to the game, uh huh

I will never fit the role to be played, uh huh

Compromise surrenders your name, uh huh

Animals with thumbs in a cage, uh huh

Kill the status quo when there’s rage to spare

Tearing out a page from the bible’s fanfare

Lynching the whores as the onlookers stare

Like the beasts that we are cuz they don’t even care

Dogma is for dogs