Within my turmoil lies no answers nonsense in sentence spoke backwrds tired of cowards. Worldview soured by hypocritical cynics listen to my lyrics before discounting validity you never been no kin to me I see through your papier-mache mask so clearly Yes, fear me. you never seen this thought pattern, though my gear may appear tattered, your whole way of life I plan to shatter Sick of sub-species brain matter controlling airwaves Weak-minded walk brainwashed in haze I pray for the last days.
I disintegrate visual plain, battlefield to remain in mental your attempts to rhyme are inconsequential I met you halfway and remain empty-handed Never forgot that the Beast is branded I communicate to ancients in Sanskrit Elicit use of drums to conjure a false god I move herds of these so-called Mc's with cattle prods So now I sob for my corpse-culture Nicely packaged for the corporate vultures you call me vulgar but I'm just a shadow of society, Not your commodity. Peace to the last true: ODDATEEE, Let us wander aimlessly, My idols sell their asses shamelessly. I pray for the day of the megaton.