Born a snake in the year of the rat. lost among the lies in the tall grass. you adolescents can get the fuck off my chest. i’ll never stand on your side because you represent everything that I’m not. you see a window, you want to throw a rock. “hate this, hate that” it’s so easy to talk about. that’s your point of attention. propagate anger, pulling strings and expect us to dance like marionettes. tyrants are welcomed because they’re celebrated. our biggest problem is knowledge, we don’t know shit. we need to weed out the circle. we don’t need no more of these mouthbreathers but we need to keep our eyes open. keep the devils in sight, they keep me sharp. power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. i like to hear the banshees they won’t let me sleep too much. i want to stay awake and witness the change when serpents grew feet so they can be chased by the rabid rats they made. this is the year two thousand and tears, a century immersed in suffering and fear. we have to turn the shadow of death to the light of a new day from a bottomless black to the whiteness of a clean slate.