The Beast

Grotesque maids made by a maiden
Created to scorn at the horns that they came with
Demons are born to be fooled they have halo’s and blues using ramps have been
lied that they’re able
Holding a cane, holding faith in a fable
Gravity outweighs the kingdom of god
Why you sink to the earth and don’t fly to the stars
Like the ground is the table you clean for approval
You want to be needed by those who’d remove you
Cuz finding the need for yourself isn’t fruitful
Chasing empty gratitude and legendary status
While the odds against your favor would suggest you’re only average and even if
you make yourself a presence while alive
If your ghost doesn’t talk then your promise was a lie
Your children are the same rags appointed to this duty
I refuse to clean my acting so could somebody shoot me
Man down, I refuse to be a man
I refuse to be a character that you can understand
I am not a standard archetype you plan in a lab
Shopping Earth-chan memes to recycle for a laugh
Purifying purgatory phantoms from the Prozac
Conning these imaginary games, where the pros at?
Cognac ceremonies celebrate the lack of taste
Nerve damage, internal arson, then regurgitate
Strangled, stranded, emotionally famished
Feasting on reflections in a desert made of glass fish
Optical illusions are dessert for the deserted
A chemical imbalance that won’t nourish the perverted
Made in someone’s image; neurological incursion
Paper doll hand holding cutouts with no purpose
Are actually potential fighter planes beneath the surface
Usurpers
Hostile take over isn’t merger
Taking away your face is the same thing as murder
Destabilize the honeycomb, the frontal lobe steers further
From a tidy home counting off the grim reapers metronome
Bone to ash, smoking all the hash
Running from the past towards a cliff coming fast
A race against time where the goal’s to come in last
Survival of the fittest where the most depraved last
Eating human flesh then repenting just to fast
Topple competition, all the trash belongs in hell
Better off destroying all your enemies yourself
Siamese twins, watch your own back
Grow more eyes or watch your neck snap
Paranoia pays off the refs like New England
It’s all black and white every currency is English
Babylon’s a myth it only takes time to witness
I bet you already knew that
Gamble our dreams in a match
I hope you strike at bat
Motivation is a trap
You think everyone does laps?
Rest on an automated path
Rich niggas don’t write no raps
They write your contract
I will never be a slave to the game, uh huh
I will never fit the role to be played, uh huh
Compromise surrenders your name, uh huh
Animals with thumbs in a cage, uh huh
Kill the status quo when there’s rage to spare
Tearing out a page from the bible’s fanfare
Lynching the whores as the onlookers stare
Like the beasts that we are cuz they don’t even care
Dogma is for dogs