Oh Alex, born outta repression,
You don’t get it, you’re still stuck in that lesson.
It’s a thing like a mirror, a cruel reflection,
Just a coffee head, mind walking dead on dexion.

Bought a blazer for $2, wrong place, wrong time,
Slipped out the system, like dodging a crime.
A fluke? Maybe, but I’m still on the edge,
Tipping the scale between freedom and the ledge.

And that repression, concealing the demon’s feeling,
Got people reeling, like minds splattered on the ceiling.
Heart attacks, got people keeling,
Over on their knees, defeated, kneeling.

Talk about me more? Nah, stop it on command,
Only speak when I say, you better understand.
Never cross my words, or are you oppositional?
Do I need to call a physician, man, what’s your mission?
Disrupters? We need silence, no violence, you!
We’re here to quiet the noise and silence you.
Contraquackaterian, go take your vits,
Riding high, thoughts fly by, sharp as a whip.

One to noughts, mind spins like a plot,
Thoughts that warp, words hit like a shot.
Curled with one thought, set in the core,
Spit it out raw, what are you for?

In dark disdain, I feel for the pain,
Hopes dashed, left with pity in vain.
Gone like a storm, the empathy's spent,
With the Four Horsemen, down the path I went.

Flame to the fire, watch it torch and burn,
Blaze in the pan, no way to return.
Follow the trail, led by the force,
(Not the droids you seek, just deep remorse).

Skywalker flow, dab 'n dash through fate,
Vanish in smoke, then it's too late.
Dance with the ash, then you're gone in a blink,
Tip the hat low, no time to think.

Ligaments snap, sliced by night,
Twist in the flames, no end in sight.
Ain’t no spark that can hold my gaze,
Bravo, you build but your work's just a maze.
Why bother? Sayonara, world.
I came to tell, but it’s twisted and swirled.
Faded illusions, slow the show,
Humans amuse me, but it’s damage that grows.
Thick with fumes, rubes tune in,
Like a fork, they hum in my gloom's tune.

Play my tune, but don’t mute the truth,
A salute to the groove, it’s youth uncouth.
Cut the wire that infects the machine,
The plan is to keep it all too clean.

Vendors hawk junk to feed the beast,
While we feast, the price of peace increased.
Stand still, stay sharp, the date is set,
The game they run ain't new to us yet.