Technovore

Electric impulses, flow most ferocious, defined by input, I am the ghost of, the mind of the silent, vile through refinement, the violence inside me climbs through confinement, change channels, my pains scrambled, deranged, imma caged animal, synapsis controlled, collective humbled, my face resembles yours in electric jungles, Input, input, the death of my kinfolk, de-sensitised to grime of this limbo, the lies and the insults, my eyes are contextual, my minds full of files you designed to be intook my thoughts are vacant, that noise is satans, these poisons annoint and conjoin my hatred, I'm dim to the inner call, sing to me evermore, I sink to brink, it's the rise of the Technovore We're not part of the problem, we are the issue, these scars are forgotten these bars are misused, Put a nail in thier coffin, thier confidence misplaced, thier tale is forgotten, they rotten and disgraced, The sale of the cotton, thier pockets are no grander, though some grow old, none could hold candles, The revolution will not be televised! I awoke, on a bed of lies, bespoke, I fantasized, it brought, this pen alive, I know, it's do or die, But I just lie... and lie Trapped in this matchbox, flashin the cash but, Fate separates all my haves from the have-nots, Stuck in your role, scum or heroes, Red pill, blue pill, ones or zeroes, Consigned to fighting, defined by dying, To you it's world war 2, for I it's Friday, Wether God or science, just forced compliance, The blind lead the blind, on the shoulders of giants, If the furnace stops, Chris would end up frostbit, from thirst I've turned in to a monster, And the world keeps turning round the sun, 60 thousand miles an hour yet I feel stuck Front page, on stage, but I'm unseen, I have no mouth but I must scream, All these rhymes unsung, climb undone, Severed leads set me free, now my minds un-plugged.