There was a stream loose

A port with no support crews

A short fuse

To those portals that were more used

A sore wound a coarse boost

Supposed for those

That wars choose, you port

The storm through the warn boots

Of any one of four dudes

First step you take a breath

As Death and feel ok except

You know the answer to the question of whats coming next

And cash the checks of those who

Made their bets but never paid their debts

They lay in bed afraid to sleep

And pray to he whose soul they keep

They slowly weep

You coldly creep

In through they window sill

They tell themselves this isn't real

Attempt too late to make a deal

Though they know their fate is sealed

Pestilence medicine excrament

The final testament

You leverage it against the sick

To show em what a giver does

Rats and bugs withered up thugs

The walking dead casualties

Faces lathered with booze and batteries

This virus actually manifest

In a factory and spread through usb

Ask yourself who's using me?

Are human beings just a new disease?

Is rumor freeing the truth from me?

No food to eat in streets

Where people cheat the populace

Consciousness is just a weathered monument

Too busy going jamon to recognize the famine

As it struck the land and left em swimming up

A stream of blood, theres demons in those salmon

And in the sand bio bots that fly and rot

The sky is hot, acid washed, and fire spot's

Pimples popped the earths face a wasted crop

You are starving children screaming towards an angry god

You are bones that walk, and lips that taste like chalk

You were humans till the chase to create

An alien erased your race in the final battle for a base

They didn't come from outer space

We built you, but every child rebels against its maker

You are War, with eyes that shine from lasers

Mechanized leader hive mind

Climb the ports in every spine to redefine danger

The Drone ranger, cloned anger

Locust cloud nano crowd biting every hand thats out

Every skeletal finger tip dripped in dread

Every metal tool lingers in the lips of death

Every heart beats slower as disease

Eats the fat from the cheeks, new leech speak

And famine feeds the cause for war and peace

Is just another thing the horsemen sell to you

Ask yourself which angel are you

Ask yourself which rider are you

Pull the port, stop the boost

But you're still riding

Pull the port, stop the boost

And you're still rising