Sometimes as the clear Water Rages beneath my Metal Cages...
I feel strange, like all of Mans Ideals were Unleashed from their bitter Brains &,
Sense contruction i've viewed what mans spewed forth through hatred & fued
Like the Fate of a few is the overall pessamistic outcome of thoughts..
Im tired of the inspired rampaging up me & claiming they love me
When im just a wall & they're just like Humpty Dumpty & nothing intwined
If I could speak i'de ask for a meek peak at reality fuck the formality
I want to see right Now what is happening down beneath on concrete streets

And just at that moment as molten electricity sparks
A stark part of the mantal erupts like flow charts..
The last he needed to see, to confirm whats to be
So he shuts down and dies for the rest of eternity.