Lyrical inertia.

Witchkraft chemistry seems so elementary for these progressing professing purposes.

You have lost my respect for your reflex cannot accept fear as a stimulus.

**** is a nightmare on regrets? Ridiculous!

This mission gets a lyricists in trouble.

For being known is an everyday struggle.
                       I don't know you.  
    You don't know me.  
         I said this a thousand times .

Your ****** gland has been incalcified.

As I stand alone with divine chromosomes.

   The stupid are docile. yet in their eyes successful as a prize for the PROPHET'S food.

   While the self aware fails to produce I cannot feel          

                                                        what it is to lose.