Still bringing machines
To their knees
With the ease
Of my sentient,
Sentiment
Sensory
Gene
With the band and I
Slam-piecing
Klans
On demand
As we’re pilfering
*****-grab hand’s
Contrabands
And still planning
The getaway
Waste away lands
To the sands
Bring the vibes
And imbibe
The revival
Survival is our
Existential time trial
And its
Human race
We replace
With the state
Of our **** the sys-tem
We’re immune to its hate
And then in its wake
Break
Former orders
And judge
Them to be
History,
On its pages a smudge