Get ready ta murda yah motha an burrie ur brotha an children it's all the same, a secret I buried a moment of clarity, I dnt know I'm insain... a closet of bones, my own cemetery, a place were the dead, can all burn no bury, were nothing is real, but pain an anxiety, it bleeds an it bleeds until there is nobody. but this my life, alone embarrassed, I live in a tomb, an I am the barer, were all of my shame, can all be apparent, a victim of fault, an all i inherent. dead to world, an all people that share it, there is no end, non stop, can't bare it, they laff an they laff, but there is no joke, they find themselves alone in the smoke..... These are the chosen ones, picked by God, there killers to us, but to him there his prod, they erase all the fakes, an send to fog, the dawmers, the mansons, the gacys, the Dods, there here in his form, hes here for the frauds, the teachers of hate, of demons an gods, these are all the people ,we all applaud, school teachers an preachers an world leaders... but we are the unwritten mardors of pain, we come from the shadows, an hells what we bring, to tame all the haters, till there all as one, we grow bigger an bigger, till, there is, no one. this is ur future if u are there son, there mothers there fathers an sister's ur done, this is ur warning, so take it an run, but that still won't help u, couse we are his sons, Erase all the blasphemer till there is none, fix all the wrongs, an then we are done, this is the world, if our word is shunned, the choices are made, so no that we've won, before you are out run, an burn in the sun...