You see I'm out of service I beat the robot til it power surged And out resurfaced Mozart In a crowded church See how I word this Since our emergence we have bowed to serpents Insurgents and towers burning In turn its our hour learning Shower curtains Lurking in shadows found my former self In shallow water born to self The gallows taught us warn ourselves So now I'm working Searching to purge sin Tilting the urge till earth ends And we emerge when mirth wins And our rebirth is certain The works of hurt men The purchase and that push Pen Pa** The point of no return How will that bushman last The oil slowly burned Into the earn with their ash Spoiled and churned Turning this soil to earn cash The boil of cursed pa**ed The turmoil that turned these boys to first blast And ask for the purse after The work master That shun God and make gun shots heard Laughter Word to the past The man that looked fast The hand that shook the world from the earth When asked Why the verse sound the way it do I'm sour an aimed at you Cowards who deflower With no power to tame the shrew Came out and sang a few Now their paying you in compliments Consequences swaying your view Praying for confidence I'm laying these constant steps by all means Through withdrawal Through any width of wall that intervene The pitfall The sick of it all know what I mean As I sit tall And witness the fall Of the machine If you complain no one will listen If you boast no one will care Be grateful and thankful And all will be... - Joseph Medeiros