Saint
03-15-2024, 02:10 AM
Posted in Ellis archives
Random shit. No apologies. Blah. 1.
You think it sucks to be on stage if the mics go out,
So where you fuckers gonna’go, if the lights go out?
Trigger Effect, you might go & see for yourself,
What happens when there’s nothing left to eat on the shelves,
See ya’ll in hell, we shoulda’been born into Jetsons,
Instead we form to feed some form of oppression,
My Nikes are DUMB fly, they’re murderous fresh,
The Taiwanese kid who made’em? They worked’em ta’death,
So this hell on what? …“who’s next or gonna’be first?”
The rebirth, will we be quick enough ta’leave Earth?
Or breathe dirt, nap inside evolution?
Because we were too dumb ta’ebb pollution,
& Dead the stupid, the wack, & the waste,
We’ll feel small when the planet put us back in our place,
The math of it states, pathogens can pass thru the gates,
Attack us in ways that’ll have us all mask to tha’face,
MY reflection, still? I don’t know the man facin’me,
No wonder the whole planet enrolled to play make believe,
Bakin’me, our favorite star can turn lakes from seas,
Shake the leaves off of the branches-earthquake the trees,
Ever see the prey become the hunter instead?
This Taken. You’re NEVER safe under the bed,
Thunder & then, the sky light up like it’s daytime,
The flames fry townships & head across state lines,
Play time, return of the face in the window,
The pane that I’m in’s the same 1 that faces your pillow,
In the shadows, scraping out the symbols in ice,
Then unite, find Megatron & bring’em ta’life,
As tha’moon moves, you can only see him at night,
Like to see you-out-maneuver-the-speed of the bite.
Blah.
..Recluse,
..ghost.
Random shit. No apologies. Blah. 1.
You think it sucks to be on stage if the mics go out,
So where you fuckers gonna’go, if the lights go out?
Trigger Effect, you might go & see for yourself,
What happens when there’s nothing left to eat on the shelves,
See ya’ll in hell, we shoulda’been born into Jetsons,
Instead we form to feed some form of oppression,
My Nikes are DUMB fly, they’re murderous fresh,
The Taiwanese kid who made’em? They worked’em ta’death,
So this hell on what? …“who’s next or gonna’be first?”
The rebirth, will we be quick enough ta’leave Earth?
Or breathe dirt, nap inside evolution?
Because we were too dumb ta’ebb pollution,
& Dead the stupid, the wack, & the waste,
We’ll feel small when the planet put us back in our place,
The math of it states, pathogens can pass thru the gates,
Attack us in ways that’ll have us all mask to tha’face,
MY reflection, still? I don’t know the man facin’me,
No wonder the whole planet enrolled to play make believe,
Bakin’me, our favorite star can turn lakes from seas,
Shake the leaves off of the branches-earthquake the trees,
Ever see the prey become the hunter instead?
This Taken. You’re NEVER safe under the bed,
Thunder & then, the sky light up like it’s daytime,
The flames fry townships & head across state lines,
Play time, return of the face in the window,
The pane that I’m in’s the same 1 that faces your pillow,
In the shadows, scraping out the symbols in ice,
Then unite, find Megatron & bring’em ta’life,
As tha’moon moves, you can only see him at night,
Like to see you-out-maneuver-the-speed of the bite.
Blah.
..Recluse,
..ghost.