Self-proclaimed star of obscurity,
Living in the comforts of insecurity,
Riding on weed
Higher than my creed.
What do u hear,what would u get
from a polished robot into Grunge,
looking for a rhyme,in to plunge?
Dont you wanna go.
go get the boys,
21st century toys?
ripped from disorder,borrowed from strangers
of their many songs,1 only heard!
But what`s the plot?what's your ploy?
Benificiary bonus of added dangers
camouflaged under a rightwing beard!
Dont you wanna
change the world of the old,
stories that has never been told?
Machine-gunned from the distance
Useless is your resistence!
Now,bow 2 your Lord,
I am back and bored!
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