Verse 1 Tyler Luke The catharsis fills my verses, the Sargent fills his hearses Im morphing metamorphosis into anamorphosis Morphine and dopamine, the schizophrenic extortionist With a Modus Operandi of the attrition from 1966 Shut your mouth, watch the television, buy what your sold Milgrim showed that youll carry out whatever youre told We order a massacre to clear our way to search for gold And years later the gold comes back to massacre our soul If you want the diamonds on your sole, do what Simon said But if you step out of line then youll have a neck without a head And youll be laying dead on the ground, eaten by bed bugs Forgotten, another one subject to murder by the lead studs You can have hope, but youll be reaching for the green light You can worship a pope, but youll be subject to gods spite You can read exodus, you can read the stories in the bible But It sounds manacle that the burning bushs guide is reliable But you can live, you can live your own life Im not judging your views like the man in the light With all the sinners in a flame, the righteous in the sky Now Tell me, what will be my name be when I roll over and die?
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