Take the sedation, get high like Egyptians and lotus.
Revelation: larger than life, you better focus.
Lord hold us. Pour your blood and soak us: steadfast/eternally.
But the broke past is still burning me.

Days pass I yearn to see, the end and how it's gonna be.
Teeth clenching, thirst quenching, planning my ascension.
Into another dimension, advised viewer's discretion.
Blood on the wall and mirror, I did it for attention.

Infinite corpses I forgot to mention, past ways in the last days.
Laying in mass graves, God's wrath saves. Satan's here, who's gonna behave? Beasts rising out of rock sediment. Just stick to the testament. Til the end of days are spent, anarchist independents, breaking out of strong friendships, raising a brand new apprentice.
Life's struggle is relentless, pack up and forget this, or receive a psychological death sentence.

By the sword he dies, the Lord of Flies. The dying eyes of Victor Mordecai. Telling me beneath, that there's more to die. Little chickens pay attention to the falling sky.

The double helix, out of the ash like a phoenix. Rise above those not in control of their own demons. Hold my own and screaming, at the child and the serpent. A dream but I can't recall it's purpose.

Run through the jungle with an empty clip. Humbled, I'm shooting where nothing exists. On the plateau, the shadows are frozen stiff. Frigorific proximation ain't as cold as this.

I rock the nation as I watch the globe it shifts. Take the inoculation cause the flow is sick. Systematic indoctrinations can't control the scripts. Taktikal and whack flows can't coexist.

Bartleby, saw the martyr in me. While they think of ways, of marketing me. But they charging for what's free. Technologically advanced Mark of the Beast. It's getting harder to speak. It's getting harder to reach.
Hip-hop is not what I thought it would be. I had a dream when I started this beat.

The economical downfall is all around y'all. That's why I sound off before you get the fucking rounds off. Unfortunate things, is what I will bring. I wanna hear you scream like I'm torturing kings.
Contortionist beings, walking the beams between Wall Street and hell, as I'm reporting the scene. Distorting the means of forking the greens. Putting pork in the beans, addiction makes a huge portion it seems.

An ode to those who fought the machine. So I bought you a dream, while you're targeting me....