be weary of monsters lurkin in side of the boxes
flat screen mediums predicting the doctrines
precursors of mayhem brewing up all the toxins
this is madness a matrix of magic
dispute all logic
collage of mallarchy
montage monarchy
murdoch lookin foxy
while headlining the proxy
its ungodly please wash your hands of this farce
we
don't condone the gossip
we
don't condone the gospel
they hostile we hostages
bury heads in holes like ostriches
rise up and fight
this is your time to shine
smash up that plasma
that touchscreen
this your time to grind
you must be blind or maybe just brainwashed
i came tossed into this game stain glossed
with a pigment on my sleeve
that reads "pain talks"
i rain walk so my tears stay lost
in a sea of memories
remember me when you watchin that remedy

tell lie visions bein all its meant to be

as you sit there thinking maybe i aint watchin it
but possibly its watchin me
even reality aint real
people flip doin things that makin you squeal
censorship if you speakin the real
no
i dont want a fuckin deal
no
i dont wanna sign the seal
appealin to the masses it doesn't appeal
re peel your speel renew
and start a re birth
all i have is a free heart free mind and a free verse
and a free hearse
i'll free burst one day
disperse into an osmosis
lost focus in a paradiso applause potus
let loose motion free flow the cause floats us
the show must arise amigo create show dust
please show us
but dont drink the new world water
collaborate with heads that'll make you prosper
foster a force of nature that keeps you proper
offer up a sacrifice to create and ponder
i wonder whats next pentagons that flex to perplex
and worst yet they first get you to hate your person
smash up your confidence, hate your purpose
this is life but sometimes we dont truly live
this is nice but sometimes we unruly kids
grueling is the struggle to bubble up
don't double down on this world of greed double up
they crumble us while we stumblin
fumblin the truth while they mumblin
troublin rumblin in your propadanda
white lies in your speeches talk and slander
philanther me this
did the moon landing really exist
or was it an attempt at a techno synthesis
kubrick productions steady layin the bricks
quick someone cut the feed before they find out
pull the plug on the truth before it times out
free speech aint free it'll cost you your life b
wifey got spits but it'll cause them to smite thee
trifling enlightening the luminous
in dubious the crew be us the 2 we trust