I’m rapping to the slither of the snakes
The movement of the scales as they’re clicking on the grains
Paying close attention to the vibes
Feel the worms are coming closer to the rude design
Runes and lines
A clue sublime inside this crucible I’m crucifying
At the club with Medusa writhing, we choose assignments
Truth is hiding and seekers secretly move with guidance
Deaf to the sounds of trinkets plus the noose of diamond
The fruits of titans tightening forbidden grips of death
In the citadel they’re pacing back and forth with bitter steps
The truth is undeniable, some can’t admit it yet
Overseers surveying the scene from minarets
The bait that is gleaned from a trap remains to tempt
Mesopotamians run it back to main events
Afraid of tense so the clock remaining unacknowledged
Everything is in the now of a summer solace
Some run unpolished a gauntlet onward abundant malice
A hundred talismans beckon evidence run the chalice
A shrunken palace in the palm of the wise
Nodding to the masters that had taught them the lies
Labor’s fruits left to die on vines of apathy
Raise the roof, testify divine the majesty
And nothing’s going on but the emperor’s new clothes
A steady diet of loopholes and fructose
Pursuit’s goals in Rosetta Stones of melatonin
Crumbled fragments of jumbled maggots and jealous omens
At the mouth of madness, I’m watching zealots phone in
Foaming at the vocal patterns of a noble savage
Behold the hazard, of an appetite unrecognized
Guillotine blades and hunger pangs, beset the tribes
A bloody basket with the weave that needs the freshest knives
Bestseller with the flesh to press anesthetized
