Immaculate misconception. I'm back'n this sick kid's suggestion, of second guess'n a lesson that's taught in a class.

Harassed by the past and aghast at the tasks, he has asked the mask to be lifted. Stick with it! Get this shit- into your head! Chivalry? Dead...

Alter what's said, poisoned by lead, to get ahead of the dread, destruction and doom.

Eons will flux and consume. The peons got stuck and cocooned, into being complacent. There's no escape'n the society rape'n, so blatant, the faces of laymen.

Turn your cheek and two blind eyes. Burning the priest who gives science a try... I am surprised that I've gotten by.
Alive with the vibe I can't disguise; the way I despise how we super size the rich lies, that get by, fuck'n over the little guys.

Digested like glass in my veins, infested with CS gas in my brain, with wet lips that drip with acid rain and my plastic pain...

What will it take for the masses to break? The jackasses and flakes? Ass-backwards bad taste, the flag sags and breaks.

Hole in the ozone? Nukes in the sky? A waste land home; afraid every day that you'll die? Great. Wait until fate can't keep pace and we face extinction.

It's a good day for drink'n, it keeps me from think'n...

A lover, a brother, just utter a name... Did I stutter!? You fuckers are lame. Stuck in your games... I've adjusted to pain, so your fucked, stuck, and tame.

I'm biding my time, applying my mind, to the simple confines of riding the line and finding the kinds of minds that are wise and divine.

No savior is coming. Hate, beg, or start running. When chaos comes gunning, no money can numb the, stunning, truth. It's to late to start expunging.

So stay in the box and follow the pack. I won't get locked or give in to that. I'm David with a rock about to attack, Goliath... unblock the path and slay giants.

Crying blood from my soul, swinging fists that are broken. I'm Alone and I'm cold; dieing to die, so I'm told.

Don't place a bet, just fold. Displaced, you beget a hole... It's empty and bleak, it's bereft of speech. They sent me to teach, poor folks to reach for more than just a piece...

More than what you've been given, more than the life you've been live'n... So get on the bus or die with the others, It's your decision, but I, I refuse to suffer.

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