Food For Thought (Metatrons Cube)

TiMMMYYYYY ...Jeff Fisher go fuck your self Yeah food for thought, go fuck yourself. Fuck you, yeah you right there, yeah. yo (Hodor , Hodor, Hodor , Hodor)

Sometimes life will hand you a bowl of shit
Buy what they sold you, people told you get over it
I'm hungover, my composure is sober sick
Conscious coma foul odor to the aroma's thick
We plow over soldier's graves with roads we pave
A maze of epitaphs laugh as the rose decays
I am the grass on that path reflect the souls escape
Coal is the last to bask in that cold embrace
Hold the weight, know I'm great but I was told to wait
Roll with the brakes, paradox won't play the role of snakes
I'm solar shaped, shift the polar at a slower rate
Verbally ebola, Shadow Nova teaching Yoda's faith
Hasty holders holding hope, to holster hate
Crazy culture, composers closer to coke and cake
With Jay-Z posters, posers pose appose the pace
I place the bolster verbose roast to poker face
I ate the jokers, choke the Pope when I smoke the ace
Basting vultures, baking kosher in a sulfur lake
Gophers race to no escape the approaching snake
It's face molting, looks revolting in it's sulking sway
Stay from coaxing the evoking of provoking play
The way is open, stay remolding from the broken clay
Theologian fire choking out the Trojan steeds
I lead the chosen over oceans, roam the open seas
I bleed devotion, expulsion of the Roman reigns
Germanic tribes fought and died over open plains
Smoking flames burned remains of what became the towns
The ground was stained but that would change when the rain came down
So crowned with shame they disdained a new heritage
Cherish or perish, praising Eris the true terrorist
Appointed some clerics to sheriff what the true merit is
Slew to barbaric to inherit the new Americas
With some rouge cherubs that erred in binding life to land
Expanding the plight, while they're delighting in the pipes of Pan
The light of man ignite the span of brief history
Origins unknown, shown a cyclone of misery
I might hone the mystery, to visibly shown epiphany
Through symphonies of music but we all would view it differently
It could be that all we see is free to interpret
But you will murk shit for your god under facades labeled worship
With the purpose of your job the mirage keeping you busy
So crooks can cheat and rob and you don't prod what they divvy
With cities full of swine, drop a dime for your pity
But committees for stopping crime, creating crime from your privy
It's a pretty shitty fact that we backing the worse country
So punch me in the balls, akin to falls without a bungee
I'm a fucking grungy bastard, acid taking exaggeration
Pacing my basement casket, what a fantastic placement
My amazement is blatant, plush in its frustration
I'm waiting to turn to dust, I've had enough of this suffocation
Fuck this nation and organizations running corporations
Durations of the poor is evermore, we let the war embrace 'em
Now taste the floor and take a jaw full of piss and shit
Bet your ass will whistle, let's see if this fist will fit
They'll strip your rights, you're quick to flight
You'd rather quit than fight
Your sight's eclipsed by chains and whips that'll fit you right
What little light is left suppressed by your fright of death
I pressed through the night to burning bright trying to ignite the rest
Despite my best it's been a true test of my fortitude
Exuding my stress over the obsessions that I swore to prove
The more reviewed the more I feud with inconsistency
Persistence, stay resistant verse indifference that outdistanced me
Instantly out to imprint this instance of immortality
To watch fallacies break as my mental reshapes reality