[Intro]

Hello!

My name's Niko, and I like to dance

I'm also very unqualified for anything

But I pictured I wouldn't be like that by now

But I'm 18 now

Deep down I still hope to be some kind of performer in the future

Hopefully the musical kind

[Verse 1]

Invisible ink in this tome just like a ninja wrote it

But I left the village on my lonesome so now the writtens ronin

Tapping tones 'til dusk whittles into an old brush bristle

With every moment I’m skipping stones upon slow hand tremors, Ripple effects seen on pearly crests, make the canvas slimmer

I’ve just been tracing the same stroke for the past six hours

And so, the paint like plots thicken a scheme

I am not driven to green

Chase a free moment of passions schema

I wear a young bard's fashion, and keep composure

But I wrote rash like a drunk car crash that’s tipping over this note pad

Just goes to show that, even for an insomniac

The black hole sun can be a cornucopia

That bears fruit, salty and crunchy that of a cashew

When upright that cyclone hit me with something taboo

Claiming I used to be someone special; they want the past you

Kang Tha Konqueror would you please come share in front of the classroom

[Verse 2]

I forged this from a copper spoon previously used to brew potions up in a witch's cauldron

The metal meeker with softer bones, heat it up in a box coal, until it was obvious that the skin was molten

UH!

Sandpaper to shave the surface

And that’s a foolish way to make sure your blade is perfect

Open the clock, the copper lining is hot

The pressure might too much, but don’t think I ever forgot

[Verse 3]

Between red and blue wires, I know you could never cut a yellow one

That’s why they call it a demo-listen

A blow up is overrated, impossible ain’t a mission

It’s something that somebody else described as painted pictured

The very last supper but it’d be wise if I read the scripture as well

'Cause even an educated guess to make I was never compelled, Severed attunement from these lines that connected me to myself, Wouldn’t be surprised if I went up in nine different rings of hell

I always settled for lower purpose

And the easiest way to spark inspiration’s a short circuit

I’ll veer (V=IR) to the right because my resistance is twice large

And pivot (P=IV it) to the left 'cause now my voltage is half its charge

And if that didn’t make no sense then Jonny 5 would be disappointed

If I had just cut the yellow wire maybe all this would’ve been avoided, Static and shock values

On the edges of pearly crests, at the center of black holes

This pen a dynamite stick I lit and dropped into whirlpools

[Verse 4]

Invisible ink is lacrimation derived from the eye of a storm

Clearly see piranhas commit mastication of the darkest form

Don’t preach bout emancipation if you masturbate to a poster child

How many volts inside of this vulture would leave you electrified

If it’s cults inside of this culture what’s leading to poltergeist

A few ghosts the most paranormal of spirits is nullified

If it’s gross that the ectoplasm was warmer on the inside

More than tomes of this necromancy for you that I've simplified

Between black and black wires, I know how to tie a couple knots! Wouldn’t stop the explosion from happening but it’s tied my chastity cage

'Cause sex is just overrated

I've cleared enough cavity space to know what I did should not have been celebrated

It’s something somebody told me was like a painted picture

Two coils zapping each other to see whose pain is bigger

But oil pastel is flammable guess we didn’t know

That our position was demolition right from the go