I'm standing under it
But not quite understanding it
It's like a meta human.
Cashing yellowcake uranium.
To aliens to have a brain so *******
Inhumane it slays the stadiums
A proven mood light vanity.
That can test your illusion of insanity.
And entrance your inner gate within
To maybe let
The homosapiens in
Knowing there the same as me.
But somehow I'm the alien.
So take this fake ****. To the alter.
And eat sleep **** with drugs and pay to pray again it's awesome.
You gotta get the matrix in a level of promiscuity.
And avicii sneak in greasy.
With a virtual code.
To ruin any dude you see...
I **** like mood rings on earth.
Are never blue. And I can argue that with impunity.
You see it's me under more scrutiny.
I'm acting foolishly
Like roger rabbit. Just smoked crack
And composed. A poem. So immaculate.
And beautifully.
Done.
That evin brutal truth.
That told me just what happened
To the future me.
Could not begin to counter act
The exploding cavern crater from.
My attractive chest
You usually.
Carve with a butter knife.
To remove. What's actually human in me.... start by removing spleen.
Than his eyes are green.
So cute let's take his tongue
So he shall not praise no other
Beauty queen.