Out the barrack and my passage through the iron gates

Surpasses the entire hierarchy then annihilates them

What's desired is the hope of admiration

Thrashed volcanic ash is just the dust up in my fire place

Forever modest when the pen then hits the wider space

Between the red lines that are supplied for me to concentrate to consummate the constant fakes

That I'm what makes the monsters shake

I consulate your fears and throw them at you like Kameha waves

Son A the half man half machine was deemed as one to be avoided as appointed by the freaks

How ironic the bionic ones' supplying what you need

Though it's best when underlined to really see just what it means

Check

The most malefic in the spot to swing his ax around

Retracts it back before the severed heads commence to hit the ground

As this profound encounter endowed the lost the with fist to pound

Congratulates the efforts, however, it wasn't shit but now

It's all taken care of for the hit has been carried

I was harried for so long, now it's gone and I'm happy

No more burdens to concern me with. Rest assured

Fuck it, I guess their lessons learned