The world as we know it exploded
Expose us to chemical gases, ashes, roaches
Miracles never happened
Microwave modern day slave
Let’s close our Bibles and pray
Sovereign as artists starving
Sergeants at the bar bent
[?]s from the Harvard or Yale
Cast spells, last shell go in the 9
Last cell go in at 9
Black hell rove around the mind
It’s dark, so dark I write composed like Mozart
You decompose slow in the park
I bring you close to the heart
Internal in the spirit mystic
Rewind the journal, you missed it
It’ll burn you like infernos when I spit it
Cornballs become colonels from my lyrics
So what more shall I say then?
Is it better not to have been born? Then form
Fashion in the flesh only to expect a death
This is the fate we all have to accept
Express to live life to its excess ’til we exit this existence
From our interest to an infant
To leaving two pairs of footprints
To becoming infinite
Be not ignorant
Life is repentance