All of the people around me that fill me with doubt, I'm living without, and all of the people around me with hatred inside of their mouth, I'm leaving you out, and all of the people with buckets of water inside of the drought, I'm airing you out, and all of the people around me who pander themselves to the crowd, have been disavowed, those people are dumb and don't know what I'm talking about,
If you're not with it you shouldn't be listening, missing the point and descending like Icarus,
You won't be killing this australopithecus, civic and livid and living in ignorance, no
I'm leaving a gift to the ones in the know that go with the flow, the friend and the foe, or basically all of the people who live in the void of the glow.
Military hints at the risk of a new catastrophe, The lack of Adam with a mix of Blasphemy, I left no trace for the masses to capture, there is no goal in my mind to get after, I didn't get the break that the Scriptures intended, the Mark of the stoic is don't get offended, a trip to the past phase 2 was demented, depression when left unattended
If you really wanna get up in the truth from me, Or get a medicine to head and get loose with me, I don't take shit, I'm vacant and truthfully, I won't fake shit, I make it to cool the elusive in me, I take no steps to get lucid, I'd rather get a chill when I listen to music, you fight me with psyches in love with delusions, your life's an illusion, the life of a student, you're childish, and you're living inside of a closed environment, nodding your head when you're told the vibe is a bag of shit by the people you wanna associate with, a spoonfull of garbage encased by your lips, and the wool on your eyes has been soaked with piss, I find it hilarious that I'm addicted to climbing outside of the hole that I'm in, so it's fuck anybody who concedes to defeat in the mind, or lives to repeat the scripted lines, you're showing the signs of an automated drone, and it plagues my mind to know that I'm all alone in this world, so it's fuck you to things that don't have to exist, I'm slowly getting better at the laughing abyss, I know dark Zen is the path to the bliss, but I would fear death as a pacifist, I'm casting you out if you hate me, or anyone I fuck with that spoke
to me lately, I lack in attendance,so I could delay the inevitable sleep when they try to sedate me, I don't feed your ego if I know your limit, and I have no attachment to those with a gimmick, solidify my pigeonhole cast as a cynic, and I laugh in the end, but it's just the beginning. A flag in the ground is the Mark of an era of dark, where people who haven't a regular thought, can all disembark on a mission of tearing each other apart and I'm itching to start. I have no skill with the Greetings, half of the reasons I laugh are deceiving, I'd ask for a cool pass, but eh, I can see you're busy.