We've just about reached,
the height of this planetary peak,
a chip still on my shoulder,
for all I've done, I'll never know her.
Slip a mask on, lay out in the street,
the elite are coming, better spread the cheeks.
They say six feet apart, or six feet under,
****** by the government for centuries,
religious fairytale of wonder.
Where's the God of fiction,
to smite your enemies with conviction?
You took the book at face value,
the key is not above the clouds,
it's always been inside you.
Ashes, ashes, see it all fall down.
Eat the pain smuggled in,
by the red and blue clowns.
What doesn't **** you makes you stronger.
I chose the truth over a lie, stretched out to last longer.
Mind open wide, with the masses I am down,
eyes still open, call it corona,
I've been crowned.