son of: Sam, a bitch, Berzerk
the plan was worse than skipping church
we understand the Earth came first, \
while your rituals stick to the scripture verse
and your literal bids for control of the kids
the soul betwixt lies in a crticial tryst
existence mixed in a mesh of a marketing gimmick
a fixed political system, and a rich division
doesn't really sound like the holy trinity of my religion
I'm wholy infinite and timeless, as the wisest of us knew as well
get out of the get up, kid and admit the system was designed for you to fail
nowhere to go but up from the garbage pail, kid and yet we still dirty
when support or dissent against our national defense can make me kill worthy?
while the Holy Roman Empire is still working, and I'm unemployed
if it comes down to survival of the fittest, head for the bunker, boys!
my 5 digits don't care about your zip code, yo I'm comin' to get it
the revolution can't be bought with a subscription - it's something within us
it's company business to numb the kids out of thinking - quick
jump in and start swimming, cuz it's official the ship is sinkin - shit!


slight hope, tight rope fire lighter, high, fixated on wires
sly twisted, slope rider, grit, grip with fingertip pliers
fly lingual, single dive pilot under a clouded sky guise
around him lie satellites launched from grounded spies with a thousand eyes
Solipsist - I hide in the depths of the ocean during low tide
the water eroded to show shallow MCs washed up, posed in a nose dive
those rhymes don't phase me, yo - equates to low doses of bromide
and it's "go time" - tried to take it to the limit but never got to know mine
gave a nickel for a shoe shine and a tip, dude just spit on my kicks
the buddha pictured pistol to temple exemplifies why I do this
the definition of existential, outwardly connected
sensory reception range explains my method of expression
strange, but technical - brain trained in the makings of a rebel
learned to levitate, communicate with death, and snatch the pebble
ask the devil or your lord and savior - they're the final answer holders
trying to call the shots, perched from their spots on my opposite shoulders...