I should stay away from politics
'cause all that ****'s got me sick.

I stay chillin' keeping a bat cave
warm and cozy, leaving bad frames exposed
post-mordem, frozen from
power shortages, outages,
we frolicked in the flowers for ages
til' makeshift memories became vacant
clouds loomed dark and great
you can forget about your late night date
where play time is over,
change your mind to sober:
We claim space-time shall remain rigid!

But its been the same ****
since the eighteenth century.
Still similar brainwaves
fold, crash, bending.