Intro (DCS)

Damn kids, they're all alike, okay

Maybe they're right, okay

But the shit is getting right today

All it costs is your life, okay, just wait

Just wait

Just wait till it's on

Ain't nobody 'bout it, but the barrier's barely a song

Ain't no doubt about it, once you in capacity for sinnin's infinite, isn't it?

When it's spinning on a disc, cord is dissonant, skipping bits

A kilobyte to eat, a killer might compete up in the right arena

Net is like a street in that it's still a trap

Tap in to navigate

Get the weight up, if still ain't another way

Innovate or get passed by dumb luck

Either way you a flatline construct

And created by everything that went amiss

Appetite for detritus is just what it is

Attitudе gaining altitude and start to spit

And the RAM has demandеd that it's clipping. bi—