E-tank

Verse 1:
I ain't no MegaMan, I ain't no higher power
Exponentially shocking, I'm plugged in to never cower
Only bring the heat, man, bathe in fluid lighter shower
Devours hippie flower power with sour hours

Of our outer glass, protruding our circuit boards in
Need of infallible truth, wield these perfect swords, always
Towards another rewiring, no metaphors but I
Met a force so true, I call a facsimile, so I'm

Civilly killing the industry in between enemies and
Those who I'm calling my friends: a socialistic misery, I
Ain't no robot master, but this sin is still in code
Progressing steady through the wait, I guess that's called a load

Chorus:
I'm broken and I feel like you're the only one to fix me up
I'm choking and I feel like air no longer really brings me luck
I'm broken and I feel like you're the only one to fix me up
I've spoken, I'm hoping this token will show the world what's up

Verse 2:
I really need an E Tank, running out of energy 'cause
Eventually I'll be a recyclable in the dump
Losing sensory touch, for centuries dust, (I) bet I'll be so
Much up in your memory, I hope you're there for me because I'm

Shooting hate at walls, but it all goes right through it, oh, I
Blew it, lady's out of proportions, call her "Miss Construe-it," man, she
Really makes a splash, that's moral exaggeration, I'm
Needing patience for Satan and all of his masons, basically I'm

On another level, really doesn't feel much higher, asking
Are these choices mine or am I just another liar? Iron
I never knew loving, please God fulfill this desire, Iron
I need E-Tanks dire, diary scenario's fire, gone

Verse 3 (DAX/sohly.ist):
Acidic the flow, it's sin city, you know, I've
Been fitted but now I'm a quitter up in this show, my
Hope's ridden, oh no, my soul's hidden in snow, I
Won't get it, that E-Tank, it's scrapyard death, feeling cold

Trying load assistance, via code and sync up to resist
Every simile that's sequencing corruption in my soul
Forgiveness, had no place in this reality, drowning
In the guilt of my past, present, and future me

(So) long, arrivederci, man, I won't die on my best note
Just know, every line I write is killer - Death Note
Wish to vanish, presto, none of y'all contest, so
None of y'all can test Sohly.ist, DAX, and The Holiest

Stuck in iterations all destined for the scrap heap
A "Hard Knuckle" right, treble cleft like a "minor G"
Picking at my game, "Russian Roulette Music Industry"
Infamous for praising nonsense because "community fame"

Fame is a palace with no home in it, I'm not an
Hombre, chills when my bones set in, I'm telling y'all I've
Given up the searching 'cause my pain will only worsen, how my
Blessing up here cursing me, this life is just a burden, see, call

Call Light, it's an emergency, but what's the difference
Everyone is just dust, searching for purpose
The blind looking for answers, The deaf waiting on sirens
The depth of this emergence, is set within our circuits screaming

Aye, I can't think about it, aye, tell that Wily "dale"
Aye, can't spell life without an L, I F'd Each
Time, peace to Dave Gonzalez, aye, answer, no se cual es
Aye, ProtoMan just how I'm glitching, my will is invalid

Spinning off my Axl, Zero chance to fix what I've become
Product of my pride, a Vile mess of biometal parts
Aim the cannon at my temple, count to ten then trigger it
Hope to scatter all of what I hate as I disintegrate away