Lyrics

The world as we know it exploded Expose us to chemical gases, ashes, roaches Miracles never happened Microwave modern day slave Let's close our Bibles and pray Sovereign as artists starving Sergeants at the bar bent [?]s from the Harvard or Yale Cast spells, last shell go in the 9 Last cell go in at 9 Black hell rove around the mind It's dark, so dark I write composed like Mozart You decompose slow in the park I bring you close to the heart Internal in the spirit mystic Rewind the journal, you missed it It'll burn you like infernos when I spit it Cornballs become colonels from my lyrics So what more shall I say then? Is it better not to have been born? Then form Fashion in the flesh only to expect a death This is the fate we all have to accept Express to live life to its excess 'til we exit this existence From our interest to an infant To leaving two pairs of footprints To becoming infinite Be not ignorant Life is repentance