The Surge

I've got this! I'm slowly roasting under the solar rays, been stuck in this hole for days What virtuoso made the oh-so great proposal of drones with blades Hey, don't separate my nose and face, My looks will go to waste I was low a moment ago, but pain's a way to motivate I don't suppose they'll float away so I'll make a new way to negotiate Turn over the page with no delay I'm my own protégé I'm a dark soul with two hard shoulders known as the motorway so don't you dare overtake or you'll need a new coat of paint Severing extremities as a clever method we use to lose a load of weight Your tech's like your culture: free for me to go and appropriate Those flows provoke debate blowing up at an explosive rate So debased I won't associate with you, you're overrate I prefer to go on a a date with a moldy plate of roast potatoes Craving's so voracious I could float in space and won't be weightless How the heck did I get so big? Sticking tech to my exo-rig But its never sufficient I'm at the ready getting ready for my next growth so lets go big! Never mind the gods and their schemes! We are the cogs in their machine. The wildest fighting dogs you've ever seen! Blood, petrol, metal, sweat and dreams. Adapt to stress, disaster, like a committed method actor No happy ever after A vicious metal raptor with the extra x-factor Collecting tech scrap for the aptitudes I have to yet master Get faster Test you'll get your neck-snapped So its messed up like its Glen Baxter's sketchpad that's drenched in alphabet pasta Sepp Blatter deceptive bastard Fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc A tragic endings pending when you're drunk trying to enter traffic Shrapnel spins and severed limbs, liquidating everything From megaliths to details we see the devil in We go to CREO party Dismantle the demonarchy Don't start when you can't complete or your arteries will receive no heartbeat I've got this! Someone call a doctor, I've got this! Doctor I've got the surge, but I'm lost for words Feel like I'm on the verge of popping off Do not disturb Call of the search, I've lost my never giving you just desserts I'm Kicking you off the curb. My golly gosh, that must've hurt!