Your Heroes Will Leave Us Dead

I keep telling myself, I wish I’m not afraid (repeat) Verse 1: This is the sound waves of my blood placed with grace all over your face make you finally gaze at Outersider A.K.A. The Runaway Slave of the Human Race. A much needed fucked up way to trace the case of the southwest days; the land of poisonous snakes on a gorgeous lake, main base of the clickbaits, ready to sway with a gape takes whoevers’ space at a fast pace awakes finger twitching spray the mace, not knowing exactly what’s real, what’s fake. I need a long break for goodness’ sake. Verse 2: This is an off-kilter melody of my sweat, high-stakes happening. Body contacts the Grim Reaper’s breath, heart starts panicking. Sleep and I have a hit-or-miss relationship, desiring an innate run trip to the elation pit. The core of it all got defaced by those who dictates other’s self-care to be replaced into oblivion, what a disgrace. Grind of weekday replays relate sanity decay wanting any sedate sensory relay. Double-edged sword display. Focus can turn distrait, triggers a return of degrades. Damned If I Do, Damned If I Don’t. I’ll be displaced; my significance will be erased, money can be repaid. Time couldn’t get a retake for a remake. My handicapped conversation skill didn’t win; especially in most debates. My choice of words was misplaced, or the thought process delayed. My existence is a mistake, I embrace into a weaponry intake; saved it inside back-up external data, just in case. Verse 3: Audible bottled up tears with my anatomy’s tissue sparked from a lighter of passion to be true Molotov Cocktail Party teach you how not to ignore issues. You went through some shit, yea me too. I see through your igloo. By all means, keep using your yesterdays’ hardship to completely downplay mine. You told me to grow a spine while you whine about freedom of speech suddenly being undermined. All because of a big bank of swines losing a couple of dimes. News flash assholes, I’ve been cancelled the entire goddamn time! Sample: I told you all of us are broken…the question is how are you gonna fix it, how far are you willing to go? Bridge: Shredded skin with shattered bones at my psyche since 2005. When empathy got beaten to a gory pulp in front of my very own eyes. The oxygen keeps my rotting flesh walking. I let music do all the talking. 3rd Verse: Sunshine state, gun shine taste. The actual super-predators are at a yacht on a fossil fuel lunchtime paste. There’s a 9mm on the back of my head stimulation, extremely apparent insinuation of a hostage situation. Grand gesture purchasing silence, preserving backdoor violence. 4rth Verse: I’m still in the front seat-belt screwed, first-ticket deluge. Twice physically felt mute, the third strike might be the official absolute shell-view. No matter how terrifying everything catalyzed, It’s always sunny in Florida; hell’s paradise. Chorus: Fascism is winning, (Although) I’m still breathing hanging from the ceiling (3x) I’m trying to make my autonomy stop bleeding. I keep telling myself...I will not let my suffering go to waste.

Chorus: Beware of the C.O.P. Intro: Sad Anarchist ballad melodize new foundation specialized to maybe reconcile a necessary nekton style. 1st Verse: Optimism poorly optimized activating hyper-pessimism overdrive through a series of disappointments has been weaponized mechanize affliction program recognized. No matter how desensitized. The expectation relevant obsolescence emphasized, wishes none of the vicissitudes happened because the deep-down empathize. Consequences ain’t decentralized, when the power is centralized. Human shields intensified, allowing their panjandrums continuing to be incentivized of its monopoly epitomized by making themselves permanently legitimized to specify whose getting to be pesticide, the situation gets more petrified.
 Bridges (4 Lines): All of my heroes are not dead; they just never existed. Hall gov guys vetoed far spot bread; splay crust nether, emitted. Fall dove sky ego star shot red, gray dust weather predicted. Ball shove dry weirdos’ bars caught rot head, paid trust, treasures evicted. Stalls love cries zero tar taught plot threads, sway’s gust, sever explicit. 2nd Verse: Idol surrounded by yes-men, an authority egression. The extensive stagnation developing regression. Good ideas are being used for slogans. Left disillusioned, a Donald Lee Cox moment. A truly potent cogent component has spoken open independence proponents. The natural order of personal growth makes the rebel, the cynosures’ most worthy opponent. Verse 3: Beware of the C.O.P. (x3) The three row seats of spree grow fees, Driver see dough greed Reap sow meets Black Sheep go bleat Steeps so deep Can’t plead flow free, It must be taken, reach those keys The leap blows jeep Bestow glee A glimpse in the midst of below heat Beware of the C.O.P.
Beware of the cop Beware of the cult of personality.

The key word is transformation… Bridge: Phantoms’ dorm out of the dimensional torn. Transhumanist of the norms propels with armory worn sharp compositional thorn ghost-busting various forms of spooky social-construct storm. Verse 1: Bastard child Anticon, plastered style antiphon manifested from scabbard piled slant kit songs. Late from being a laggard mile span fit run. Recovering after a haggard riled rant hit stunned. Gathered files grant grit tons. Verse 2: Aceflux A-Plus, stirs finity per vicinity spur trinity of perspective eliminating arbitrary stigmatizations including virginity. Loner-type, who doesn’t omit solidarity. A balance providing solid parity. 3rd Verse: Cannot always accomplish through an emergency. Introvert needs a self-help group session for insurgency. Trust issues shown to be natural feedback explained from the intact documents of direct and subtle impacts of why it took so long to build a call for collective defense sharing their education. Good bacterias with bad reputation. Band of skyriders land with their sole cast a dose one of depuration, a room for sensory informations exudation. Bridge: Kill the past, so the future can be born like a small window of surging heavenly synth horn. 4rth Verse: Diversify practice of refresher; high mutualism, low peer pressure. Independence coincides with interdependence. One way or another gotta learn the hard way to finally accept that inner reflectance. 5th Verse: Goblin mode disrupting the vile machine's code of exploitation of someone’s own personal productivity road. Basement-dwelling neet (neat) loser freak show enjoyer. Status quo warriors’ propaganda destroyer.

Bridge: Rap Game J. Stark 3D print hard bites, soft barks Leaving a mark on the park to hark a spark of the next arc in the midst of the dark surrounded by sharks. 1st Verse: Class war veteran spitting blood on the mic battle inside the lunacy of the superman. Hip Hop breadtuber stance computer lance; the goobers stang; triggering internet shooter gangs. New looters scan for an infoshop tune to scooter dance around the bonfire of a troopers’ van, well here’s one from a DIY artistic tutor hands a booster chance to inspire a new commuter’s plan to dismantle the hoover dam of the lucre brand. A political onlooker can bring another scooper glance a reclusive melody cooker grants ear-sugar span uber trance, intruder prance. 2nd Verse: Distributing motto to do buoy like Kotoku Shusui. Inevitably, deprevation will halt the hesitation, a reignition of a reactive depridation. The library expands to ensure some old ideas aren’t worth the dedication. If something isn’t working, it ain’t worth the replication. Dope quotes recitation feels like meditation simplifying concepts that’ll provide room for levitation with a little healthy grain of salt of medication allows nuances of various puzzle pieces for bigger picture retaining a bit of self-deprecation. Separating the art from the artist, the same to an author, and their explications. It justifies why some materials made by anonymous, few due to security trepidation. The advocacy doesn’t have much of an adjective estimation, although, more of a verb designation. Some say is more of a destination; realistically, it is a journey itself more than anything else. A worthy shelf to be delved.

[Chorus] This isn’t all happily ever after; it is interconnected rehabilitation chapters. [1st Verse] Absence of workerism concept normalizes hobbyism sprung zest. The abolition of artificial scarcity opens the gate. An abundant resources local-level distribution awoken the trait. Converting concrete to grassy roads spawn with a walk, electric scooter, bike, the list goes on. The car erasers, a gasoline erasure. Updating, recycling, maintaining widgets; so it won’t be tossed or wreaked. The earth’s wasteful consumption stays obsolete. [Chorus] A vision realizes see sizes of data from one pocket-size gadget seize priceless previses of same application entices toward various solar devices. [2nd Verse] Little green-techno village at the vast green valley; A path without alley, allowing spaces to turn mass-produced industrialization factories into a mirage since appliances can all be collaged from a garage. [Chorus] This isn’t all happily ever after; it is interconnected rehabilitation chapters. A vision realizes see sizes of data from one pocket-size gadget seize priceless previses of same application entices toward various solar devices. [3rd Verse] The language permeating through turbine of breezy wind. Riverside water flowing freely stream of consciousness uniquely gleam with zen of vegetations deeply dream around the cabin of technic’s eccentricity. Multi-media in one photosynthesic hardware effectivity generating long-lasting electricity. Small gesture grants the voice of an intimate network well-deserving front floor lecture. Solarpunk doesn’t need to be a civ; it is just a praxis to give. [Chorus] Vision realizes see sizes of data from one pocket-size gadget seize priceless previses of same application entices toward various solar devices.

[Chorus] Art is my sword clashing the blade of thy lord. [1st Verse] The future is so bright that it kicks-starts spontaneous combustion causing a compendious concussion. Fire proximity suits my vision keeping it partially prosperous through dusty fumes of white phosphorus. The disobedience brings vitally bitter-sweet disruption. The creative passion of passionate destruction against pyramid schemes eruptions. A poetry-in-motion providing analytical deduction of how medicine is nature defending itself signifies harm-reduction indicating precursor of… [Bridge] ...A sublime tree of life [2nd Verse] Street medics' essence shows metric pleasance of a relic presence of how being inventive always exists without profit incentive. The triumph of the aftermath cannot be guaranteed; it isn't going to stop paternalism-repellent gallantry. Horizontal resistance planting a seed turning over a new leaf gallantly… [Bridge 1] ...A sublime tree of life [Chorus] Art is my sword clashing the blade of thy lord. [3rd Verse] Ignoring the past won’t ever try killing it’s impending blast. A generational crisis unfold, youth corruption from the old. Confronting it directly is enough to be bold. Eradicating yellow-gliterring trophies thats’ being tainting natural cognitive gold. [Chorus] Decolonizing the mind, a quest of insight slaying the police from the inside. [4th Verse] A better tomorrow is only possible, when the empires fall. Breaking point of institutional suicide bomber’s entire role. Maverick body amored like an EOD suit on a rocky mission. Iconoclast imagining a place without politicians. Imagining a scenery without politicians [Chorus] Encapsulation inspiration of self-emancipation [Bridge] Thy lord impair the poor soul strugglingly step out of the psych ward [5th Verse] The anger expressed with such righteous richness being sold as mental illness; the culture of tokenism, taking advantage of the sufferer for someone else’s bullshit luxury totemism. Once again, the revolt has failed since it gets commodified that wokeness gets lobotomized into an insomniac being romanticized. We’re by-products of the environment; the environment is a by-product of us; both got segregated that accountability got thrown under the bus. This is not a mystery; there’s already a long history of saying “be happy, be positive” marketing trickery forcing others to fall back in line of injuries like a good little jittery livestock hustling on a cycle of misery. A huge financial lap of victory for the giant industries. [6th Verse] I’m so tired of being a fucking coward. I’ve been an entangled item, so godamn soured yearning for froward of a lab rat bravely escapes on hovercraft only to crash directly outside of gate subsequently powered through on-foot scour, if that’s what makes me an extremist that is a title I need to feel empowered. [Chorus] Decolonizing the mind, a quest of insight slaying the police from the inside. [Outro] A sublime tree of life (2x) A sublime tree of life sprouts straight out of a crumbled white house.

[Chorus] Mr. Insurgent performs plastique, grasp streak of classique. Shooting chaos star across a vibrant wondrous sky of ruby red black diamond. My dome get sniped; radiation leakage season rise reawakens demon’s eyes. It must be the plutonium in me. [1st Verse] Blank slate grow multi-faceted creatures with ideology that doesn’t always translate one’s own genetical feature already debunks monolithic viewpoint of everyone’s inheritance. The quantity of money can’t determine rectitude of someone’s intelligence. Important reminders in the age of rampant virtue signaling publicity; structural false hope built around accelerationism of toxicity. [2nd Verse] The mythical construct omnipotent masculine droid merely Majora mask tiny fragile organism on an orb inside the cosmic void. A face-hugging parasitic belief leeching off the weakness of the host’s identity. It’ll inevitably expire, the question is will the result be both entities? [3rd Verse] Freedom is an infrastructure made out of each individual's social-boundaries. If one crosses, it codifies other to inspect moral quandary. Hefty concentrated power involves major irresponsibility establishes society of leery tongue civility. Bunch of NPC telephone scammers preaching how violence is never the answer, they concurrently donate jammer made of transferred amalgamated carbon-copy opposed manner. Escalation of the pecking order, the collapse of the natural order. [4th Verse] Agnotism apatheist route took prioritizing with a pro-social ecology outlook. Intricate deviant with a simple desire for ex-officio lane of minding my own business making both music and video game; synchronously, having the option to signal mediation, interactive remediation [5th Verse] Cooperative introspection acknowledging the crybaby man devil is in the details of the heaven smile. A distribution formation of mirrors of rearview from halfway down. The land of the little lustrous fractured crystal patching together. [Chorus] The last dive beyond the capital of the unreturned. Jaded Forum live from 7th layer made in abyss, the final maelstrom of songs discerned. [6th Verse] I don’t want to be manly, I just want to be a real boy like Hubert Cumberdale staring at the reflection searching self-acceptance within my slumber vale. Comprehension exploration tactically diminishing blunder trails. Twain's choices, either climb back to a hollow husk or luminesce fragmented rainbow gem coalition within swallowed dusk. The anatomization of metaphors plus metonymies. Any person shouldn’t be a sacrificial lamb for the economy. The moment you stop being loyal to your idols, it is an open opportunity to start believing in yourself into something extraordinarily vital.