I spit catastrophes rapidly
Leave you a fatality
Innocent by reason of insanity
Her voice will always stick with me

Now my sanity deteriorates like Chernobyl
It's almost like I'm immune to the sadness of funerals
Our generation seems to have no need for morals
My generation known for disrespecting girls

Am I explicitly gifted or inconsistently wicked
Feels like my souls been torn out and twisted
It's got me adapting dynamically, changing my mentality
Truly what is the real reality

Living life with a new found belligerence
Like a high off of ten different barbiturates
This cypher shall be thy deliverance
From a generation polluted with ignorance

I'm a sadistic mystic
Artistic, and pessimistic
True art is about pushing limits
You want the full view, only giving you snippets