Trench faced motha fucka end day motha fucka been there there motha fucka im a head case the silence in the room upon my entry says it all Asylum is offensive red rum force with dementia and expensive medicine for it but thats cool I make money to spend it Oh buddy thats bullshit you should save it for when shit hits the fan and you get totally winded wind of plague in here I can hear the voice of sirens their intimate with me but I dont really like them yet I can't help but listen and go toward them with my steps I want to resist but I cant control myself im getting animal vibes now subterranean I dwell from the cranium in thrall to the laws of an alien phone home crazy shit et and eliot Tommy knocker bones im a cloné im askeleton body swapper pro as you know from me telling you ambiance of gold behold it my ambiant architect of old and build me a family with all those waiting and standing here pacing and chanting teers on their faces there's no reason its random don't leave before you see me cus I came to get down son so don't fuck around chump I've been down underground from the moment it started stalagmites to lounge on opponents discarded along with all their components lethargic I pull on a hear string I play a mean guitar im in the dark at large see im blind to the fact that that my art is heartless designs in my craft youll regard as far fetched I dont mind