(INTRO) Who has the nerves to say, the words to wake/ up these nerds who wait/ in long lines all day just to be faked/ with star wars gazing ,spiritual babies/ you gitta give em truth in stages/ or its to much fir their brains its/ overwhelming & dangerous...like the chem trails being sprayed which/ you refuse to acknowledge or even entertain in...its dangerous...baby its dangerous-(1ST VERSE) My life's work, my eyes hurt & my minds burnt/ from spending all my time search/-ing the internet,surfing in a wet/- suit, my webs grew as the eggs flew/ out of the reck-loose, spider, that's got high tech nano fiber,/ built into its manual driver/I'm so famished, so can I try yer program bits/ it's, programmable matter/ that really doesn't hold a candle/ to that which is organic, except to counter act it/ it's a balancing act which, happens/ to fasten itself to your tantric, manic/ depressions, ingested in successions/ suggestions in segments that fuck-up your rest when/ youre subconscious is being messed with/ you obsessed with, the next big/ high tech chip, they print in Texas/ instruments, & then it's shipped/ to the place where outter space is faked, best/ way to waste checks,and raise debts/ is Tesla ,train wrecks, space X,/& snake heads, invasive as Aids tests/ they keep blaming the same pest/ fighting racists with gay sex, in stages/ it makes this, charade capable of being played/ out, when it hits the stage, it's all vague/-" SO NOTHINGS REAL then !?! & its all FAKE !?!?"- if that's what ya'll thank, all the bullshit ya'll take/ ,ya'll ate, the forbidden fruit, but it isn't truth/ I'm living proof, of a supernatural creator/ just as much as the equal parts of night & day are/ placed in the main part of our brains arch/ but they keep numbing your pain, part/-Lee to keep you complacent, adjacent/ to the fact that what they're sayings outrageous/ if old technology's out-dated/ then why can't we recreate what they made, its/..amazing, & strangley they made us into slaves when/ they needed lay men to put in the pavement /,ain't it, ironic that they call each other free masons/ 'cuz they ain't paid shit, for that place which/ was made & placed when, the days of renouned ,great men/ who set the stages, have been replaced with/ slitherin' snakes them, make believe ,fake men/(yeaahhh,,they been fake-in...fay-aaay-ake-in)(CHORUS), "I GUESS ITS SUNDOWN & YOU FEELIN' RUN DOWN, Why dont you come down,...come down...(why don't you ...come down..come...come down with me- to this level surface"-(2ND VERSE)- I'm on a level that not alotta people want to see/ even though if they were honest-lee/ speaking from the heart, not believing what they're taught/ they wouldn't be deceived by the marks/ of the beast & when he barks/ swim with sharks,in a kiddy pool/ women get broken hearts, any fool/ could be the one but not any one could be the fool/ dyslexia,gettin' the best of yah/ now I'm'a give it a rest..(CHORUS)
FlatNasty
