icicles from where I stand freezing
In the game of treason,
when you get charged
We're just debating,
the reason, probably
Satan
With the voices penetrating our minds
I'm blinded from the forces,
feel the illness spread from the head
The blood's corrupt with just a little taste of dead,
so what's up?
Our veins about to erupt and
drown the whole earth
An infinite red flood of hostile blood
From the cage that we sit in,
we observe the world as it burns from within
It turns man to sinners in mind
But
I'ma shine and teach my robo
-weapons I reach for
When it's time to rhyme
for the people
Deceitful characters,
none other than man
I'm all buried in that bookie,
cause my hands in the sand
I'm raging, automatically enlisting
Battle catastrophes, a fact
Plus millions of casualties
The tragedy strikes, but
I'ma keep climbing
Total eclipse in my brain,
cause there ain't no sun rising
In the horizon I see, the tornadoes appear
In the form of fire, that lights up the sky
Like a flare, now it's on
When the thoughts be attacking,
mental mechanical slacking
Found it sneaking up on us similar to carjacking I often sit back wonder,
philosophize the
outcome
When I'm getting intoxicated
from mad bottles
And my body's all numb from being in the
zone I kinda call it my own psychological slum
It's like molecules creating a fu
sion when they collide
When my mind meets the foul side I
might slide into a level of hatred
And stack rage for my karma
But I'm more of a pacifist
like the late
Mahatma
My partner in the field that I call painkiller
Gets me through when I'm iller
When I walk through all them venom spitters I
call them factories in the world of pollution
That's why I'm arming my battleships
and my brain to start cruising
Take heed of the wisdom from
my oracular senses
I'ma build invisible fences
so that my thirst
quenches
It's senseless,
how to control even a mastermind
Impatient characters are
bound to fall for crime
That's why I rhyme and ex
press with all my like -minded allies
They can cremate and kill us,
but our thoughts remains mummified
It's real
What?