Chasm of Foundation

[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.