Its millcreek heavy hitting.
With the switchblade kinda vision.
Give you butterflies.
Who the **** am I.
To tell you that this time is any different. ....
While I'm climbing up the.
Highest cliffs.
And lost in peak ambition...
It's a cognitive distortion.
When decisions.
Get over ridden.
******* poorly integrated systems
But hey
I still blame
My daddy's **** for my existence...


**** is like a river bed.
Deliver what you  really said.
Or suffer life a coward. Living in a metal mind. You ******* piston head.
It's engines driving
Money
And blood torn from the sediment.
Consuming more than souls.
In the name of making dividends...
What happened to us little kids.
We use to fight it out.
Now were scared to throw a punch even for little ****.
While we sit riddled with indifference and a social climate.
Lacking the ambition to ******* finish ****...


I swear this planets getting *****.
And it won't take it anymore.
The forces that consort with the gods.
Are scorned. And well informed.
Of what the drums of oil and war are piping for.  Inside this not so minor climate war..... while ignorance is staggering.
Wonder why or who the **** were fighting for...