Within my turmoil lies no answers
Nonsense in sentence spoke backwards
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
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
