I mumble at times, but it had to all be one take. It would be mean to put Tyler through this multiple times. Lyrics: Demons just wrestle with me, sin have me fleeing up a tree, then giving in because I thought I would have them beat, treason of the highest degree, degrees of losing, degrees of failure perfectly tailored to my lack of favor, having favored the flavor of an abomination, I am a bomb in this nation, of syntax and diction, causing friction and increasing the K constant directly related to the force my thoughts and these statements, while K-Dot complacent. I am adjacent to your complete amazement, you can't contain it, containment is not an option, your only option is adoption of the lyricism, evangelism, no cataclysmic catechism. I am a cultural reckoning, society beckoning, verbal vasectomy of devalued values valued at zilch, nada, it's all just filth, no fertilization from this persuasion. One day I'll be in a museum, I have yet to figure their algorithm, so I'll be writhing in their callousness, finding its derivative with calculus, calculate this: if... I just don't understand, am I to raise my hand, or do I just stand, in the middle of class, announce my confusion then sit down on my- delusion, this rap is a fusion of education, an educated contagion, and a perception that all of the earth is actually under the greatest misconception. If a misconceived perception is reality, then what happens when realities conflict? Do you consider the syllogism behind the mission of the other proposition, or just shut it out in opposition? Oh the human condition, talk of human consistence in our resistance to listen during our short existence as we become our own preachers. Mother Mary why do we beseech her? She's a saint, she ain't the messiah, she has no authority you lie-ah. How dare you sire, bishop for hire, declare the eligibility of saints' abilities, reveling in holiness, they are unable to control this, I pause, my lost cause, but go ahead and sound the applause, because receiving a man-made honor while gone to the after life, after Christ, just grants omniscience in any right, right? Don't provide false prophets like the antichrist, I am done with this and I'm about to kite with all my might, writing this in emotional spite, you must not have your sight, focused too much on the light, overstimulated and manipulated, your UI gave access to your SSdrive, aperture opened wide but shutter speed gone on for too long, just keep singing your songs, banging on gongs, before you find out that you're wrong, the oven has been cooking this truth, here have these tongs: after all your work and toil you'll unwrap that foil, turns out God didn't care about your good deeds, more so that you were reaped but never sewed any seeds. To be fair, lets talk about academics. What the frick, Watson and Crick, have this whole generation of scientists tripping off their own double helix, just listen to this, chromosomal arrangement being the thing that makes you exist, I cannot factually diss, but this objective view is the the same objective view that have kids slittin' their wrists, in emotionless emotion, and you are without a token of worried commotion, yet your devotion to evolution is a just a defibrillated revived reiteration. Human Genome Project viewing life as a project, but they don't care about the projects. I do object, to this modern era, Salera using shotguns, under lids on a petri dish, while buckshot shot down some kids, and off went their lids that their moms just gave them for Christmas, they had wishlist, but the world had a hit list, unfair because they don't care, cause they got wares, silver spoon, just purchased the whole avenue, stop by, "How are you, sirrah?" You just lucky I ain't Lara, Croft, ain't gonna go, soft tank of gasoline, better top me, off, 'fore I'm just fumes by this open flame, maybe in the intelligible inferno you'll learn my Name. Dusk, born on the eight hour, I can only gain power, high as the eiffel Tower, give me till midnight I'll get louder, your power stripped, cut the wire to your house party's power strip, strippers leave, guests heave, "Hey you, hold back her weave," by now I'd say I'm crazy Steve, "cockadoodledoo, cow goes moo," someone did last night too, and you, thought you could escape, slow time down with red tape, keep it quiet with duct tape, here comes your dawn only fashionably late, flash mob raining down hate, rehearsed debauchery, never carded, maybe a bit too much Bacardi, add it up, Viscardi, I'm intelligent and cocky, just try and mock me while you trippin' off Saki. Manifest destiny, go ahead confess to thee, tree of life but now just a sprouting enemy to your sinful serenity, "serenity now," but your manifest is just too loud, better if you don't even make a sound, the climate of your indictment is anything but crowned, everything you knew a precipitate is falling down, bash my skills but I got this lightening lyricism on lockdown.

• published: 10 Mar 2014
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