Stretch out your hands and find there's nothing there.
Protoype humans are giving me "the stares."
Cry all night against mild humor.
Dye your hair green because it seems cuter.
and I can't really take another lonely strategy.
Force out a smile against all apathy.
I'm getting sick of all this depravity.
Retreat in to fourth safe reality.

uh huh?

Loudspeak the public brain it's M.O.
A.I. neurons fire really slow.
Take shape the form of all that is calamity.
re-up the bets of "nothing lost" galaxy.
Take me to the tide of metaphysical beings
all trapped inside another cyclical.
Tired of being told that all divisible feelings are inept,
make me invisible.

Can you take my thoughts away?
Leave them with the government and use them for shortwave.
I can see that your life is slowly lapsing,
overfilled, and under-acting.
Dollar signs begin to pile inward.
your ignorance is like a lizard.
shedding skin and leaving out the gizzards.
there's no choice, read the fine keywords.

There's no clarity.
No soul representing the whole rarity.
Confused masses take those signals into markings, trample crowds into car keys.
A dead mission turned into the gun sting.
*Bang* *Bang* another hood drops dead and dies, another rapper tells a story from within his eyes.
Another day of blaming our insecurities, one small step into blind maturity.

No more shifts into paradoxical,
dance of life that seems to have followed you.
A whole set of problems, "Deja vu."
From the graveyard, into the avenue.

Can you take my thoughts away?
Leave them with the hoardes of steel and chains to slay.
I don't care if I'm caught up in hysteria.
Turning in my grave, we call that "Esoterica."

I wanna run away but my story is a capital.
I wanna fade away but my struggle is a capital.
I wanna rebel but my anger is a capital.
I wanna turn away but my movement is a capital.

I wanna share my side but my race is a capital.
I wanna scream and shout but my mouth is a capital.
I wanna feel alright but my brain is a capital.
I wanna belong but my identity is a capital.
A capital to own

I wanna run away but my story is a capital.
I wanna fade away but my struggle is a capital.
I wanna rebel but my anger is a capital.
I wanna turn away but my movement is a capital.

I wanna share my side but my race is a capital.
I wanna scream and shout but my mouth is a capital.
I wanna feel alright but my brain is a capital.
I wanna belong but my identity is a capital.
A capital to own