..In a scale of disarray, weighs our Cerebral composure,
If life is truly a bitch, she reeks in debt whomever Odor,
Add salt to the wound, yet battered skins to an frail ingredient,
Such a lie, if I squeeze reality will a trail saturate via bleeding it?
We\'re FED the propaganda, eating warrants onto subpoena plates,
As we walk by faith, till our entrails\' slant width to eviscerate,
Pissed stains ricochet, into a compilation of corridors,
With humanity seeming lifeless, as if Entities dwell Aura spores,
Fragments based our Imagination, to resuscitate hypothetically,
Speaking if our government were components, may eradicate its Chemistry,
Nervousness starts to kick-in, like pregnancy during ultrasound,
For criticism invokes the Stereotype, of Mavis Beacon immersive Surround,
Says freedom of speech, muffles tyranny behind Caution tape,
With Forced entries, like paraphrasing about Statutory Rape,
Salt and pepper is our antioxidants, being showered by their cancerous,
So hazardous, living a multiple choice; all of above whom shall Answer this?
As told? We\'re full of the BULL passed consumption lies energy drinks,
And when I think, society is well done, yet the nucleus is shown being Pink,
Now hanging by a thread, the cost of repair or let the worm be it\'s foes,
For each path begins to feel wilderness, having un-greased cornrows,
A slideshow with such amuse, confines hierarchy to Fade nations,
Inflation! if continued traits, summoning a cesspool into dilapidation...