Thoughts are bleeding out on the table
Parasitic motions that fled from the fable
As we dance along to the chords of the silence
Making all the motions of the timeless and righteous
Burn, all this shit down
Scatter the ashes like the fallout from downtown
Fear, all the unknown
Bury my face in the arms of my loved ones
Oh, call that progress on paychecks
Paid to make waves while update my opsec
Out in the winter my arms start to grow
Bury the object of lust in my floor
Breaking your face as i shake and i bake
make no mistake when i showed up too late
I enter the state, and i carry the weight
Continue this opus until it's complete
Woah, kytherian flow, the patriot's gold, la le lu la lo