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final lashes given by the tail end of a comet
Who profits most from our paranoia
Revolting in it's inhumanity
Influence spans eight arms of the sun
Cult

equation is encapsulated
The facts stated in data
I pray to God y'all can understand it
No one can do what I did
Cause I was stuck in a fuckin oven of rhymes

lashes given by the tail end of a comet
Who profits most from our paranoia
Revolting in it's inhumanity
Influence spans eight arms of the sun
Cult

The Troglodyte Mass
Teems in hallowed wrath
Discerns amoral truth
Defines chaotic relapse

Fallen, unable to speak
Sifted, remote, and weak
The Warlord steels for

A feminine formulation
Of encapsulated adoration
A synthetic genesis
Of long legs and gaping lips
Quiet, obedient, until needed
For relief
The remedy for ennui

the future but my distance has been remote
Can't get tied in and be restricted, so I don't end up getting choked
And if you get it how you live then shit you

you'd be my guest, we'll test out my attention span
Relax, let it go, decompress and ease your load
Won't touch that remote or throw to commercial
Cause

the weekend home with you
Just hangin' out
If we were riding on a surfboard
We'd only get to shore
But with satellite tv
And my remote control
We can ride

that ass 
Just to watch once again
Remote control it over over
Ass on demand
One time can you whine 
Just on the man
Came in coupes
That still is

apathy
It's Mr who knows
Mr don't ask me
It's Mr black and white static
Mr color tv
It's Mr sitting on remotes
Mr big flat screen
It's Mr us
Mr we
Mr

Assume you're not forsaken
Remote point is already taken
Changing seasons, bending is hard to reason

Sundown window to ponder head down
Tripping,

channels who got the remote
U see me smile even when I feel broke
I can't take them serious the look like some jokes
They Married to drama feeling eloped 
My

Let me tell you all about my unlimited plan
I need a minute of your short attention span
There's a thing about people that I never understand
You

little left to say
Only when we liberate what we know and accept can we be free
Re-load your meagre attention span in this blind society
Overthrow what it

and span
I ride 28 inches on my creepy black van
And you can catch me posted up down by the trailer park
I'm selling bootleg movies from noon to dark
But

Matriek was ek amper twintig en al my vriende sewentien (Wat?)
Toe die rugby span kook het ek op die trap gesit en rook
En ek wens ek het geld gehad om jou