strut your stuff, shut me out and then judge me
corrupted pathways of stuff meant to begrudge me
that anti-matter just doesn't matter
that catastrophic energy will soon surely shatter

i can't jump fast to be the last in line
heart pumps fast with the blast in mind
clock thumps past battles passed in time
blood clumps caste with a mass decline

strut your stuff, but hush it when you're near me
disrupted masters get mad but then fear me
the negative ions will be eaten alive
that's hazardous material where the beaten survive