Cross'ed Wires

Hellraiser Halliburton electricity, budding like Barium fission to burn you deep internally
I’ve grown up wicked by no standard but by most blind decrees that’s were I’ve wound up
I’m a scavenger of Loki turnin’ tricks in my web, convincing all listeners something different’s been said
like “corporation” and “prostitution” aren’t synonyms here or “Yahweh” doesn’t translate to “repression and fear”

They teach us shame to lube the guilt we use to puncture our selves
and you best thank ‘em so they “can” help you fuse with somebody else
You know our wilde eye pixel profits just tell us what’s true, “if you don’t keep buying in there’s something wrong with you”

liquid-crystal cackle crackle from every screen, you’re a criminal for askin’ what Big Brother means
no questions asked like “how the fuck can you patent our genes?”
Or how’s it mercy when you turn up the volume of more “foreign” screams?

Whitewashed working class consumes fever dreams as Skulls Illuminate dark destines within oval wings
Three-hundred twenty two manifestations of plutocracy dreams
will tell you why hearts are frozen, dead in Necromonger puppets who glut on pursuit of things

burn the backdrop of our beauty an’ poisen our breath, killing cope-aesthetic consciousness now [we’re] reminders bereft
I’ve got my rings and shallow things like diamonds of blood, seems clear understanding don’t cut glass like it should
and in this plexi-iron cage of irrational suffocation will occur if we don’t open a window somehow

but when I spit what I see somebody always comes back, with this smirk while they lurk in the shadows in back like “if you’re fueled and you’re ragin’ at what you’ve exposed, then why you waitin’ why don’t you take a shot and just fucking explode?”
‘Cuz a bomb may cause a storm or even sink an edifice, but twin towers are just tools used to rape your psychology, and it’s the body not the building that’s a target for me
that’s why I’m a cancer not a bomber, so I’ll ‘silently’ grow
so when I feel ‘em there’ll be no tillin’ from which way came the blow