(Mat Lee)

I’m dipping right past em, slipping through the cracks

In normal light fashion ripping skin back

Daylight spell casting the whip is all black

Been burned at the stake at least twice for this crap

Zero to 160 not looking back

Our hero likes drifting but not on the track

A weirdo might gift him a pat on the back

Some Razz-a-Matazz, and an Alakazam

Been busy trying to pull this rabbit out this hat

Flip keeters like back flips on american dad

Break mirrors break bread break a little bad

While you’re left holding an empty bag

(Mat Lee)

My indoctrination had a little complication

It’s intoxicating knowing the bomb is waiting

To blow up right in my face its just the basics

When you wake up early from the matrix

I hate this, lack of control no basic understanding

Of what it means to actually have a plan b

So hand me the grand theme expanding the demand

And maybe have the band play me out like a banshee

(Big Cheese)

Slipping like flaccid, flasks on a casket, tripping on acid. The expression is classic; zipping through life like "I can still grasp it"

Swallowing plastic, ego is massive

You talk down on others but then act so passive

A Hero of mass; he's ready for blasting. Unaware this is the last thing. While he takes his last breath it comes out as gasping