They call me sixbut I'm one of oneA real one, with real heart
surrounded by facsimiles
of someone else's bloodclart
who fein personalities through hobbies and clothes
just uniforms and Soma
to pacify the proles
But I will never conform, as Huxley is my witness
when to sleep on common ground
and woke up in some village.Now they want what's in my head
and thing that they can buy me.These empty husks of silver foxes
think that they can sly me!
One eight seven on an undercover agent
it's time to weed the jailers out
and find the ones that pay them.
The path to make it out of here
has danger on the pavement
By hook or crook
or rook or knight
i'll find the king and slay him!
Truthfully I'm disappointed by the volks adjacent.
You're meant to be the sharpest minds
but I find you complacent
You hide the parts that made u neeks
You're rebels quashed by favour
You sold your soul for Disney land
This plastic echo chamber
I ruminate and why I'm here,
re-plot emancipation
And realise maybe I'm to blame
find guilt that's lying Latent
I knew who I was dealing with
I placed myself amongst them
I took the devils hand and swayed
I helped him plan the function
Life's Ls and Ws circle round my mind
The past Informs the future in this donut we call time.
Ouroboros teases,
says my actions are not mine.
that Me, myself and I and I's
an archetype design.
One eight seven on an undercover agent
I peek behind the curtain
see a shadow so I chase him
Stalking through the annuls
and the canals of this basement
He leads me to a cul-di-sac.
I smirk.
This ****er's caged in.
I step into the darkness
yeah, approach this duppy
raised chin.
But all I find's reflection
looking back at me with crazed grin
Dissonance.
I hesitate, then ball my fists and lay in.
By hook or crook
or rook or knight
I'll find the king and slay him!
They call me sixbut I'm one of oneA real one, with real heart
surrounded by facsimiles
of someone else's bloodclart
who fein personalities through hobbies and clothes
just uniforms and Soma
to pacify the proles
But I will never conform, as Huxley is my witness
when to sleep on common ground
and woke up in some village.Now they want what's in my head
and thing that they can buy me.These empty husks of silver foxes
think that they can sly me!
One eight seven on an undercover agent
it's time to weed the jailers out
and find the ones that pay them.
The path to make it out of here
has danger on the pavement
By hook or crook
or rook or knight
i'll find the king and slay him!
Truthfully I'm disappointed by the volks adjacent.
You're meant to be the sharpest minds
but I find you complacent
You hide the parts that made u neeks
You're rebels quashed by favour
You sold your soul for Disney land
This plastic echo chamber
I ruminate and why I'm here,
re-plot emancipation
And realise maybe I'm to blame
find guilt that's lying Latent
I knew who I was dealing with
I placed myself amongst them
I took the devils hand and swayed
I helped him plan the function
Life's Ls and Ws circle round my mind
The past Informs the future in this donut we call time.
Ouroboros teases,
says my actions are not mine.
that Me, myself and I and I's
an archetype design.
One eight seven on an undercover agent
I peek behind the curtain
see a shadow so I chase him
Stalking through the annuls
and the canals of this basement
He leads me to a cul-di-sac.
I smirk.
This ****er's caged in.
I step into the darkness
yeah, approach this duppy
raised chin.
But all I find's reflection
looking back at me with crazed grin
Dissonance.
I hesitate, then ball my fists and lay in.
By hook or crook
or rook or knight
I'll find the king and slay him!