[Verse 1]

System ready

Fishin in the sea for lost men

Constellations arranged by type of flossed sins

Accepting all deadline accusations counted by individual applications

Marked up residual macro sanctions

Life changes at every angle

One quantum second neat next becomes very tangled

Systematic dog and pony show

Doing this for the helpless but hide behind a microphone

And a camera, grab your checks while ”philanthropists” collect

False charity constitution looking to promote self instead of raising restitution

The world needs self elution over saintified wealth ablution

Unvarnished, in order to build the abode one must to build a foundation

Before announcing the opening of the plantation

The world is tied up in one’s own accomplishments

That it has lost the concept of one’s own consciousness

Honest shit, mother hens lay eggs full of pesticide

Still whale chicken heads vernacular west side

Stick with hexagon benzene villages

To generate one spaceship sylloge

Travel as one to world number five

Or else the entire luminous existence may fry

Honest expectations limit novelty

Emancipate from simulated reality

Don’t snaggle me, reciprocate interrogation inquiries

Before the anatomic body reaches expiry

Planet ruled by Stockholm, brain occupants not home

Owned, Kidnapped by America’s own businessmen

Defend the suits while they spit good riddance then

If my ink causes death because of this spool

Know that I didn’t end it here, don’t be shit’s fool