Now let me tell you what I could do --
I could hate the human race, fallen angel disgrace
I could hold a grudge to every condescending word that I ever heard
I could smash the mirror so I don't have to see that I'm one of them
pathetic and can't hold a candle to the next son of a bitch
I could call my mother a bitch 'cause instead of getting rich
She had to hold me back and deny every reason why she couldn't get her shit together
But that won't help
No, that won't help me
It can't be, that I can make something of my life
by disconnecting from all that created me
with a surgical knife, systematically
splitting hairs and splicing my genes
so that I rise above all that is inferior to me
No
I could push you away
I could talk shit all day and walk the walk
of some disgruntled human being
No feelings,
a robot in disguise
but I choose to transform through mental alchemy
and rise above the claws of distress dragging me down
Delaying Ascenscion
Transcendence to bliss requires connection, an admission
Into the Universe I incarnated
So I could fight, I could tangle with y'all all day
But that won't help, no
That won't help me
It can't be, that I can make something of me
disconnected from everything that relies on me

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