Sunder Armor and Thunder Clap

Eyes that stare at me,
increase the pressure of the words that beat my dignity down.
Straight across the air,
those spiteful words hidden between the shadows of your parasite smiles.
Clones of clones, drone ghosts of our being, words in the file written on your clothes'soul.

Evolution rots in your conformed gestures,
the mutations that surround you, will be cut out
You won't beat me,
I'll fight with my hands and teeth,
I'll carve my name on your skin,

lies and jelousy burn in your dreams
and i know that something's will gonna change,
time is running out and you dont care,
waiting the light that save you in a paralized time
Clones of clones, drone ghosts of our being, words in the file written on your clothes'soul.

Worn with vanity,
raise your crooked heads and looks,
to tear out the last useless lie.

Evolution rots in your conformed gestures,
the mutations that surround you, will be cut out
You won't beat me,
I'll fight with my hands and teeth,
I'll carve my name on your skin,

AND i tell you that I won't die like you.