Intro

What to expect From rejects When masses are just too deaf Opinions are so useless I paint art with no brush Inspired when rush like august To master soundtracks For playbacks, in cranium Beats harder than titanium Sometimes I feel the pressure I’m trying to ignore it Lies make me feel important Illusions are so gorgeous But too busy carving tablets Pieces of this madness To listen to these faggots? This prophecy's from me Will keep me past death I’ll never take my last breathe So why stress?