T- Electronique

[Verse 1: mc dälek]

They walk a path that's not mine, never was or ever will be

Fulfilling prophecies hobble knees of MC's

Set to breath the rich air of mediocrity

And so ironically you seek to whisper from the poison lips of Socrates

I watch with these sad and tired eyes

If I were blind perhaps then I'd know of sunsets

As it stands I hate myself more than public

Prose and poetry set to drown in murky sonics

Crucify the honest least they beg to play the minstrel

Divide by 5th harmonic just to keep it simple

Basics of my breath only known to my people

Speak in paradox seems to sullen minds of feeble

Retrieve the core text and proceed to feast with equals

Your church steeples only set more eyes on Ra

Confusion on your face when I call my brothers god

Grasp open fist with right met with a solemn nod

First signs of rain I plant these seeds in fertile soil

Anoint scarred wrists with remnants of ancient oils

[Chorus: mc dälek]

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

Human has no fate

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

With fist that knows pain

[Scratching]

[Chorus: mc dälek]

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

Human has no fate

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

With fist that knows pain

[Verse 2: mc dälek]

Await with rusted blade to split this right wrist

Fractured lip spits blind truth into life's abyss

Lifted spirits only crash to concrete

Greet enemies with pounds, brethren with horrid sounds

Resonating what we wrote, you foster false hope

For those who tie noose with stale rope

Broke stride with strong neck in last attempts to gain respect

Melanin the constant threat, yet we easily forget

Where we are, what we are are by far foreign concepts

Somewhere between the seeds of gods and monsters

Quite a thought to ponder

Ancient treasures squandered by greed that bleeds from all veins

Humanity maintains false histories to breath

Breed lies in ink to infect truth written

Given live makes ironic alter

Tarnished martyr polished words only to be blurred

When I once tried to watch and irony is lost

True knowledge only comes at too high a cost

[Chorus: mc dälek]

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

Human has no fate

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

With fist that knows pain

[Scratching]

[Chorus: mc dälek]

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

Human has no fate

And since then I felt more than never

Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words

Left interred as exposed souls erode

Though I'm told to expect that fate

With fist that knows pain