Put the mask on… no mouth, eye or ear holes/ kept tight around the neck trying to suffocate the ego/ The past draws a self destructive fate that fears hope/ with sight, sound and breath denied, nothing changes the deceased's tone/ it's just the outline, structure weighs a discrete stroke/ to keep the signature abstract, an epitaph with unique prose/ the Bastard son in the slain kings throne/ two hands of blood carrying the blade that betrayed what he brings home/ Trying to wear the weight of the crown on instinct alone/ swear patronage that barely amounts to defend loathe/ stature like two cadaver lungs stained by the smoke rings blown/ which hover and dissipate with the change the winds wove/ And you're asking what he'd trade for the sake of indigenous home/ he'd give it all back if it set the stage for generations to grow/ against the grain and the flow, union due payments are owed/ the aim as a whole's a loose representation of hope/ The whole history of Mesopotamia choked/ by a gold rope missing link that measures the hate in our souls/ defining a metric for making the most/ out of never again and a basic instinct for saving our own/ So you can Savor the moment atoned to your savior component/ a slave to your ownership bound and tied to behaviors molded in the base of ancestral motives/ we set the tone like distant explosions that left your horizons glowing/  These are the comings and goings/ flummoxed pheromone swings from the back downs to the come ups and gold spins/ it's apparent, one of us knows things and the others just fair to quote parables of dystopian growth rings/ branch out/ from war heads to missile toe rings this is that worship syndrome speech/ at a tempo that sins won't reach/ bent hope at the waste to kiss those feet/ yeah... some of us miss those dreams/ Instead this is the darkness a glimmer won't breach/ shooting stars in attempt to center woes creep/ even deity ascending won't cheat/ what seems to be imminent/ the blessing the ending won't need/ 

Suffer like city streets in the winter/ succumbing to freezing degrees crumbling surface and splinters incited like something's sinister/ when our natural environments designed to snuff the timid persons, there's nothing simpler/ We adjust at the cusp of earths limits certain were worth the purse pinching two cents that deserves witness/ too clever for spurred interest/ sure we flirt with finished reserve judgment to be certain the price of trying's worth the winnings/ Personal experience is science for the physics/ test the method pioneering a pride applied to surface rhythms/ that light in the tunnel you can't define or divert through prism/ pain's maybe the one feeling designed as assurance you're living/ You're against the currents or with them/ there's no suspending the surface is vicious/ swimming determined chasing a destiny determined by nature's nourishment more than parental nurturing/ so sure you're discouraged we're skirting the difference/ Stir crazy in the center deterred by the edges/ Disturbing the fringes Clergy Serving a sermon to minions of burning the witches/ blurring the symptoms the burdens religious versions depicting the same perversions and sickness/ So where're we at?/ At the apex on the verge of it tipping/ observing scavengers perchant no circling bait set staff and serpent constriction/ fate met smirking embraced death like we deserve to be victims/ but ain't yet worth it's convictions/  Don't Waste breath Save strength Concentrate Who's committed to this universe is living isn't usually worth evolution's work to endure curriculum/ News is sourced next to unicorns and kittens tuning organs/ distraction from tuning organs with food endorsed to diminish any communal resistance/ and you dismiss it until ruins the course/ then it’s all love and truth, until it’s us or you/

It can't last forever... Drop it/ they imitate the passion Ghandi had/ tags on the contraband written in comic sans/ take you serious if you promise to add and define a God that we can trust with an economic stance/ atlas shoulders mount the head a monarch demands/ there's treason in the lineage/ demons in the helix's tint/ bleed relief from a set of strong arms with scabs opened as a measure from tomorrow's chance born uncorrupted/ draw the blade across the guts with Japanese general honor carving up his stomach/ fed sentinel mantra marching on the blood drenched judgments of tough love's whips belt buckles skin an heir to the dynasty/ harness scars and triumphs scenes/ Gitmo guilt trip quilted on the giant screens/ stars and bars half mast in the aftermath when half the mass has that drop jaw belief/ what a tragedy/ who's selling suckers magic beans?/ set them up for what's to come rough and tumble collapse of dreams/ can't take it back once it's past the peaked all succumb to just the one glutinous masterpiece/  Just waiting... To fall off…

<aeon grey> A vulture cries dismissing it's heritage/ a ghost dissolve, a disguise to swim in the narrative/ while most rely on the limits inherited the rarest sculpt design indiscriminate of living and careful steps/ take it, back to the bricks again/ divinity trends the last ditch of sanity his fists can clench/ faiths deceptive, trust scrapes the gifts and dread/ decisions tense/ Just makes it better to measure risks against/ forever discipline chiseled Sisyphus/ ebb and continuance related by resistances/ every scar marks the death of innocence/ heavy hearts starve perception of blessings brilliance/ no light in the tunnel/ a cold life thankful for the blankets fold/ knuckles glow white the holds tight to the humble/ controlled plight no disclosed right as king of the jungle/ striving to live life that's the singular, one goal/ freedom's extinction is imminent/ when wealth's the distinction between distinguished and delinquent/ indigenous thinking descended Genghis/ cursed nurture versus your descendants helix/ against the weaving no regrets, no redeeming  <Gadema> My life is just the opposite, ominous to conglomerate, obviously preposterous the popular dominance I/ walk amongst the fossils and archaeologist on it/ i bring the planets to me and create reason and logic/ fostering epoch is the vessel that made it’s orbit/ the outcome of the research that we studied is morbid/ I hate work in torrents of confusion and forming/ from prologue to epilogue eschatology warning/ like icebergs that’s melting because of a global warming/ or alien bacteria got your flesh transforming/ the new millenniums will reveal a new evolution/ you can’t be saved by medicine and DNA transfusion/ victim to the essence just let it happen the nexus/ will swallow light and water sound and reveal new dimensions/ I don’t believe I’m from here, originated in kepler/ I’m here to salvage parts for the ship so hold your lecture/  <aeon grey> Examine the damage done by the tears of a scavenger whose biggest fear is they'll be stranded here to forever inhabit earth/ sabbath and sacrament turned to savage and abstinence of practice outside desire to salvage the aggregate/ regardless of what's next, I need salvation after it without the echelon attachment beta the alpha's bit to balance the weight of the way the powers tip/ greet the architect/ death's reality is only measured by cowardice/ flex a 4 finger ring in a 3 ring circus trying to reflect 5 rings but every cyphers imperfect/ pressurized to test the cycles endurance/ I let the light go encouraged this vessels eyes reflect the right road and its surface/ For the disciples who slight hope for its burdens and incite self righteous codes of murderous worship/ and cite wealth's right as the only determining circumstance/ your life's held tight in a workers hands/ enjoy your e pluribus purchase There's a reason for Solitude/ problems bloom immediately outside of the womb/ where cowards groom and polish droog/ sentiment, I  find myself completely out of tune/ out of touch/ out of excuses for refusing to blend in/ and I'm tired of defending it/ 

Mind body and spirit perfect for every desire maybe the one thing who’s purpose is forever inspired so what’s home to you?/ tarnished halos or cloven hooves?/ keep the face low just the way a soul maneuvers/ slowly weave the catacombs breath the coldest rumors/ settle deaths bulk sloth and erode the movements/ threading breath through every crevice open loop and/ defining ourselves by our own hopes for influence/ tread the depths bio luminescent coax the food in/ forever sung definite, finale deafening doom pitch/ under pressure like we’re all destined to do shit/ succumb to the lesser ruined by necessity’s blueprint/ adjust our pleasures better suited to inclusion/ jump at a future destitute, no truth to evolution/ blessed for a moment to rest? measure if your shoes fit/ every blister recollects the steps no impression left is useless/ rift gifted, redirect the next commuters/ live drifting on the breath of essence feeling blessed that it moved us/  Yeah, you can go ahead and ask her, who's scared travel?/ self induced anchors rooted graves to gravel/ keep hold of grudges fragile/ glass unicorns molded in the smoldering molten rubble under babel/ craftsmen fold curmudgeons on the anvil/ that actions supposed to hold primary, still colors turn to pastel/ so what's the budget on the anthill?/ white picket fences sold holy/ I'd rather fill the moat around the castle/ yeah you're solider posted/ with pitchforks and halos strolling your shoulders solstice/ scales or feather still opposing where your lows sit/ history we wont script/ John Hancock cast system for your broke wrist/ decide where friends or foes fit/ fend for own living/ or defend your home's windows/ this agenda knows limits on a first name basis/ and even recognizes the middle name's danger/   a special deception forged for the pecking order/ the edge of the weapons scored to score death for warlords/ devil nested remorse in thorned coronation/ forever festers in the sores formed for faiths chance/ measured science tames the lion/ anymore David's blinded by his envy for Goliath/ the underdog bares restraints resembling Orion/ celestial chains their assembling in china/ 

Speak for sorry/ no, forget the apology/ talk is cheap measured against the faults that need acknowledging/ a pardon brings a spread of perception blessed Picasso ink/ a cross between what we know as law and all the possible things/ it feels the foresight is posthumous linked/ and the sore sight is cured by what the populous thinks/ we ignore plight and conform right while Poverty tips/ So I explore life to ensure I keep Sovereignty's tilt/ we run from unforgiving humble beginnings towards disgruntled agendas formed by someone's opinion/ we see the dream but we struggle to live it/ risking the funds for nutrition on just one chance to double our winnings/ I'd rather jump in the river than stumble on crumbling bridges for some comforts/ but fuck it, I was bum to begin with/ made dysfunction a custom, still a cut above what you're accustomed / this functions just the juggling of tomorrow's dreams with what was/rooted from sorrow's seeds that the salt rusts/ we practice alchemy on account of these hallowed scenes the cult trusts/ defining how to lead is challenging it involves bluffs/ I'm not counting sheep the values deemed in those evolved to hunt/ It wasn't wasted effort turning walls to dust/ but the way we celebrate it's a telling statement of what was lost or won/ still singing praises before the operas done/ shows how off base with gauging situations the caucus was/ This is life from a Himalayan salted tongue/ Because At times we all fall victim playing to the dogma's struts/ and I'm not saying life is wasted if it revolves for love/ just stating there's creation waiting beyond the front… Where I'm at? Won't define quite where I'm from/ where I'm from won't define quite where I was/ where I was we cherish calm and peace but keep an arm of length/ between us and our neighbors/ eyes on the congregation reflecting the Yonker’s flame/ I used to walk the city watching it, stalking the positive/ but negative tends to sculpt the way the posture tips/ I kept it honest in hopes you would acknowledge it/ but the truth hurts, proven first… Hindsight's right reflecting off the grievance/ But with respect to retrospection, we're better off just dreaming/ so we set our hearts to beating syncopated/ off pace with what's within reach and the things that were chasing/  It's starting to get hard to fix your eyes on what stars are lit/ that's development, yellow tinted skies disguise our cosmic fit/ I'm just hoping to start tomorrow fresh it's hard/ knowing every moments composed of borrowed seconds/ slaves to our own methods/  Walk with me and patrol the cold and desolate/ talk with me, we'll code what we know as desperate/  The streets are cold like Iced over rivers/ but When dawn breaks it changes, every light folds religious/ the psychosis holds its limits/ with only slight hopes to control the blizzards/

pull the veil on surveillance/ xenophobe somali pirate aliens/ insomniac pilots pride themselves on arrogance/ but never felt the sting of Mongol arrow heads/ we’re all mongrels with narrow death defying escapes/ studying ways waves break on Alcatraz/ not every path amounts to math/ house is cashed/ even Vegas gives cowards a chance/ skins expedition to the marrows span/ sins set in perdition considered what each peril grants/ for feral man/ living life like the tarots fact/ means the finished fights in sterile hands/ the future's hold molds the limit where its trapped/ matching pounds per square inch in terrors grasp/ cowards allowing myth to declare their stance/ zombie apocalypse preparedness unaware it's in their capitalist genetic makeup already/ And when resources evaporate it makes us all deadly/ just another part of tomorrow's prepping/ assessing the hearts pulse necessity/ when it's clear that our faults all caused the enemy boots to hit pay dirt/ destiny's where blades curve and neck will meet/ it's funny how fate works when faith turns the same circumstances to resemble dreams/ Mob mentality, it takes church assembly to validate your pretend beliefs/  We all die/ fat calico to small fry/ warren buffet to dollar menu/ mans gotta eat and still acknowledge rents due/ sustenance shelter scripts, properly prep for doom, Fuck helping your friends/ warning shots to deaths salute/ 21 gun perceptive proof/ from the penthouse to domestic ruins/ from the bent down and destitute/ to heads crowned collecting loot/ to be condemned now's commendable/ the pinned down dig the trench out in rented shoes/ grinding teeth like the meat in French verdun/ God bless the food/ still can't digest the truth off of bending spoons/ put caution to the wind gets heads removed/ when slaughters how we live and death is groomed as majestic rules/ the oppressed are tooled to accept the route/ with carnivores starting wars for expensive fuels/ within our borders we set flames and catch the fumes/ to smoke screen stress placed on deceptive news/ violence is what change is receptive to/ in a state where desperate's the truth that aggression proves/ dawn of tomorrow's reflection in a crescent moon/ where the star lit bravado gets its dues coming/ Equality measured by your protector views/ and despite a gesture to surrender you expect they shoot/ Worried about what some confederates flew/ after wringing the blood from your precious white red and blue/ scraping native scalps from the tread of your boot/ we defined what hatred's about, there's nothing sacred touting devout patriots/ when man bleeds, there's no exceptional hue...We all die.