Lord of the Flies (Robots prt3)

[Verse 1: Ayedeal]
I’m the Lord of the Rhyme, transform my mic into a conch
In the Land of the Lost, got more on my mind, but, right now
It’s time to talk civilization vs. savage
And nature vs. law, Ralph on the shores of insanity
Humanity at war. It’s a calamity, a tragedy
No morals anymore. Watch the course of childhood
Destroy your inner voice. We break ourselves down
‘Til we’re no longer with a choice, right and wrong begin
To blend right within the noise, we just lose our
Imagination while we try and fill the void
Transformed from our childhood to understand what it’s for
Sigmund and Freud, but I ain’t talking girls and boys
We all wind-up toys in a world designed for war
Fought the real source, bloodthirsty, but it’s never enough
Gut a cop ‘cause I love to be covered in pig’s blood
Jack him for his gun, real survivors never give up
Never live up to man’s expectation of what defines us
I live in violence, so my inner peace my own defiance
I see through Simon and realize we fear the beast inside us
Monsters hide and feeding on my inner child
My mind runs wild, my own thoughts become my trial
Control myself before my heart becomes defiled
This world is in denial. Destroy it? We don’t know how
Stop beating around the bush. It’s up to us to make a change
Before mankind loses trust and even love can’t be saved
Society is rare like, “Who’s the Lord of the Flies?” We all
Kill each other, watch the world fall to demise
Sister vs. brother, husband against wives
Play us one against another, war and hate divides
Can’t settle our differences, envision with your eyes
It’s sentimented with the preferences of what the skin hides
Color is only defined by every layer inside
So give it up to God

[Verse 2: Coal]
A kid
Just died from starvation, our pride is retardation, complacence
A place to hide in dehumanized relations
Occupational drive to survive all for the pride
Hive-mind committee, more like Piggy from the Lord of Flies
Recorded cries in the eyes of its victims
Inflict them on all sides, faith died in the system
Committed to clouds of doubt, kick ‘em out of the pack. So sick
I yacked in my mouth when I Ralphed from the Jack
Enact a state of savagery or fall into depravity
Cavity of the heart, became the mark of a rabid beast
Ravage and leach to release to the feast of crows
Soles upon our bones, stepping stones when we reach our goals
We keep the roles predisposed to the plots they play
They say, “It’s your lot. Take what you got,” and then blocked the way
If not to stray, why the fuck even take the stroll?
Put nothing past me, can’t pass me if I pave the road
They go to cast me. My way of art is breaking molds
No playing parts. Son, who you think they based the role?
Global disaster spree, Chernobyl capacity
Actually Fukushima, the planet-eating catastrophe
I am the masterpiece of a dream that none will tame
So what’s a queen to a pawn that just won a game?
Sun to flame through the eyes of a looking glass
Grasping the conch, preparing savants was the cooking class
Your vast wants dwindle down when its necessities
Sent to be animalistic for a cannibalistic recipe
Especially if sadistic is the societal norm
And you’re born to feel entitled with a viable scorn
A maniacal dawn of undesirable form
Reborn in the storm cycle to disciple it wrong
We’re rightfully sworn to be defiled by the more obscene
Careening what’s tribal to the rifles of a war machine

[Hook: Coal Cash] (x2)
We fit the form’s casing, molded your information
Civilization loaded into coded relations
Just sit there complacent, content in life’s station
If quick to consent, don’t lament your situation

[Bridge: Coal Coash] (x2)
Mechanistic society, pessimistic psychiatry
Impressionistic piety, death in its entirety

[Outro: Coal Cash]
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