Distortion

When it comes....

It is said...

That we will al be slaves....

Until were dead....

Its like static..

Struggling over frantic.....

Fall into somthing democratic...

In the end were all puppets..

But you wont get off calling us muppets....

My style is like a switchblade pocket...

Come out of the blue like a rocket...

Singing to a spooky tune,

No techno hard shit like lunes.

This is the street wise

Hard off the beat

Comin from the underground

To the street

Better not lose it

Trying to keep up with my sheet music

My own virgin skys

My commands make you wanna die

Spray in bright day

Over what you might say

My words hang in the air like a rotten decay

A solemn cemetery mist

Cold breath with a ice kiss

Eye in shadows

Finds the mutalated cattleufo sightings and footprint findings

Are the only clues to what ive been hiding

Haunted ghost hills

And black dollar bills

Hint what i got hidden in my skills

Seeing jesus in the clouds

Im higher,i look down on him and feel proud

This sound reaches higher than umpteenth

This slams on hard on a floor of concrete

Cracking homes

Slinging stones

As i summon up all my clones

Control to do my bidding like drones

This sound reaches into your mind

And it slowly melts and warms mine

Im in a leash with the hellhound

Fire burns my rhyming sounds

I got a hole list of reasons

One named for each season

(distortion)

(the uncontrolable sound)

(distortion)

(flipping your mind inside down)

(distortion)

(slowly letting you fry)

(distortion)

(making god and satan collide):x 4

There are two types of people

Ones who look ahead

And ones who talk to the dead