Wise Beyond My Years (Kalon K’Agathon Gnothi)

You're all fucked now

I'll smash your head in with a brick and get blood from a stone
They building clones on the mothership from a sculpt to my dome
Break the zone on some other shit the Pope in it Rome
Infiltrated by Satan's clique who had a cult of they own
Cultivating a microchip for your wrist or your dome
While on cable it's triple 6 in the amidst in your home
Shown by your tombstones inspectors of your epitaph
A lightning catcher I spit the vector of Tesla's math
Death reflector projecting infectious zephyrs
Which weather controls controlled by the best investors
Test the clover leaf extra low frequency pressure
Death from solar heat the polars frequently lesser
Nest of Tesla coils that ionize the sky
Cans of cyanide face erosion in the ocean tide
Expose the dying cries of freedom's abortion
While liberty's epitome turned her cunt to a coffin

The skies crying and the earth's bleeding
The sea's grieving I close my eyes I feel the trees breathing
Deplete Eden, we sleep dreaming
And while you feeding from the cock Satan's got your freedom

Freedom has a flavor the protected will never savor
It's all about perspective reflected in your behavior
Labor like a slave so you can line your cage with paper
The nature of the beast plead peace when you meet your maker
Turn another acre of trees into streets then sod the strip mall
Burning Mother Nature til your feet can't dodge the pitfall
Equip all who sleep under the sheets of death's blanket
With the anxious need to feed off the greed of the flesh banquet
Til they drink it from their lips and their goddess spilling sewage
They view it as common water more for shamans and druids
The fluid spewage was poison so to death their rejoicing
While you poised next to charades hope to bathe in the ointment
Disappointment surely abundant repugnant in its aroma
But diplomas made for teachers won't wake sleepers from their coma
Persona of protozoa Prometheans for Europa
Utopia's private stock hemlock for the cornucopia

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Yeah yeah you fucking pieces of shit. No faggot shit. Sucking Satan's dick. Bitch motherfucker. This is war. Coal Cash. Shit's gonna change, you better believe it. Yeah, what you think this was? what ya expect fucker. Huh? What you think this was? This is gonna get real, real quick. It's war fucker, it's war