#punchintheclock

I drop into different dimensions

On the defensive

What you gonna say when I bend the pretenses that got this globe boiling with tension

Normal humans just toys for elitists

We don't even fight cause most of us chose to be defeatist

This whole existense fatalistic, God we love the taste of it, stick a boomstick in a dudes face, and like a broom we can sweep em away

Fade from it, no guilt

Limited morals flow through your fingers like silt

This river of life, this sea, this ocean

Constantly expanding, creating canyons

Through this experience, strife lay em low

Pyramid schemes looking like dreams you could climb if you could just peep the design

I drive the beam home, dark tower rise like a rose from the backdrop of a cold world

Tide turns, nerves in my spine burn, unlocking the prospects of turning these lines into talisman like objects