Suddenly the boundaries between our infinite realities begin to deteriorate and give way to strange and unusual beings

Their origins, unknown

Their intentions, unclear

What will become of us?

Social commentary (shit is cliche)

Social battery on 10 percent

To open voluntary, (that'll be the day)

None of us will live to witness it

I've never spilled guts and not regretted it

I'd rather shed blood and excrement

I mean I'll RSVP Dracula's team

Before I let you bloodsuckers in (shieet)

I'm losing friends but I can take it

Cuz my tone of voice and face can't fake it I'm too irritated

I don't think I'm gonna make it

Where the hell my red pill, I don't belong here

Some one free me from this matrix

I'm not even real, what a Hollywood feel

Quiet on the set, places!

Lights camera action, life's an attraction

Tune in to the Truman Show

The world has been turned into a studio

Baby boo the view is beautiful

Add these filters though (naw, naw for real you look good!)

I feel like a bug in the program

And programmed to go ham with both hands

A nomad from the land of no man

The devils been asking to slow dance

And I just cannot tell her no ma'am

As the fabric of time and space hangs on by a thread

These charismatic creatures of calamity continue to court chaos

Creating a confusing commotion so catastrophic

It causes cataclysms across the cosmos

What is their purpose?

Their plan?

Could we even begin to comprehend their grand scheme?

Could the secrets of the universe be unlocked by deciphering their lyrical decree

Enter mission visionary verses

Listen this is hearses lifting missing persons

Mister master mystery but that's how it has to be

The view past the fallacy

Alice in wonder in chains

Under the weight of the pixels and frames

Intersection of the Internet

Cutting myself with the mirrors edge

I don't feel no different in between the sentence

Tenant and landlord of not being present

I don't wanna be a part of your party

Not sorry my body won't let me inside of the comment section

It rejects your message it rejects the perplexing suggestion

A broken perception could grab my attention

The best of the best couldn't mess or get an estimate of the testament blessing this

Exorcist I am both him and the devil

I bloom in any weather, weather petals

Like a heavy metal made in meadows

Breaking through the echoes

Of the static through the screen and curtain

The virtual cursor is immersed in the code of your personal person and pushing your buttons in cursive

How you think you gone vibe with the god