LOST SECRET - March Of The Damned lyrics

rate me

I got the blues for strife of humanity

Vanity, greed and excess, material insanity is empty

But they don't know the hologram exists

Why my lord do they persist

Many questions we ask, but the answers take time

The fall of man seems obvious, but the puzzle remains

Mysterious anomaly...

Fossilized lifestyles trapped by their philosophies

The moment you label it you dead

Ideals become idols in just a brief moment

Trapped by the desire and the comforts to which you aspire

Heads pray for money then wonder why they die, die, die

Take action and stop talkin' bout it

Frozen I'm time instead of infinite motion

Babies get prescription to a potion

Opiation population easy freedom lacking disciplinary conduct

Self respect is dead, so is self awareness

Too many rap singers be careless

Music stopped the planet but it used to propel it tho

Older cats know this but refuse to tell it so die young planet, die, die, die!

Don't say I'm out of touch

With this rampant choas, your reality

It's the Metatron, giving you a warning

I'm forming from the ashes of suicide bombings

Ya'll pathetic, keep potential from getting kinetic

I'm shooting holes in your theoretic

I'm aggressive, ya'll is passively so

Meteorites, carrying SARS crash in your homes

They was thrown, cause your God thinks you wasting carbon

My angels ready for war, ready for all those marching

Towards damnation, my sword pierces digital graphic

Glitch the matrix, ya'll guilty

Of pretending you innocently ignorant

I shoot rhymes in light form from the tips of pyramids

My key's mystic, spit religious scientifics

Look at my eyes, as they shatter existance

Don't say I ain't told ya

Cause this the voice of Amen Ra, Allah and Jahova

Are you such a dreamer to set the world to rights?

I took a trip exchanged real grips with knights

Now I'm ready to build uplift then drift on

Do my own thing, smacking you bitches so tragic when I sing

Songs from the key of life, it's for the blind

Turn ya foglights on cause no future in yo front

I'm like a blunt, but no, you can't smoke me

I exhale ya planet, broadcast it in a note, see?

With dope stee, what you believe causes laughter

Punch your moms, cause I want, I don't have to

I block thoughts, when I'm inhaling these flows

Pack an Ankh, when I'm impaling my foes

Straight bumming, on my forty-deuce new school Jesus

Yes, I smile at whitey's who walk by

Jam they radar, pan handle reality

Papsmear your ear cause something nothing working

M-tron talk shit, priest want to murk him

But can't, cause I'm the virus

My funk pattern attacks like advertisements

Surpass the radar, but no I'm not Solo

Here with 'chiz, we the outer space po-po