Welcome to my subconscious
Consequently the object of this song, the topic
Is a twisted flesh complex
Formulating polyrhythmic rhyme patterns to act toxic
Explosions which foes were smacked with, constant
I did not leave the base intact
But I bled through raps
My mouth turned into a furnace in fact
So make a compact 'fore I fry you with cannons
Go through my mind so you can understand it
Don’t you see I’m damaged?
I want you to learn from me, take data and cram it
So consider this your last science project
After this, you’re executed with a comet, with a comet
(With the grace of a bow, I leave the premises)
(I'm just a key player playing my part)

DePaul, who do ya die for if you’re all by your lonesome?
A question I thought of, something I brought up
Trying not to get caught up in my own medulla oblongata
While enemies practicing gun kata
I refuse to worship a Carter
Instead I point to the martyrs
But lately, I’ve been drifting from the Father
I’ve been a bit shaky, could Savan make a father?
Iniquity imprisons me, I have to make it farther

God, it’s quite clear to see that I revere the scene
I only thank music for its role in the planet today
So I salute you, this earthly stage on which you play