Habitat of The Gasmask
It's the habitat of the gasmask
Suitcase nukes exploding iPhones
Artificial intelligence to cyborgs
Every man, woman
And child shall be identified
By a microchip implanted and
Injected in the eye peep how they operate
Beat you in the mouth with rape
Fuck you in their face
Bang you in their crown with shanks
Navigate through crowds of snakes
Pounds of shake miles of flakes
That dickface's smiles is fake
Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla
Move weight like an eBay Power Seller
My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion
Carry on, life is like an epic
The chariots of God
Lost children scheming to floss
Sum up'll cost billions, dollars in digital
Monsters with pistols who transcend
Beyond the physical
Rocket launcher missiles cruise like
The words I use
Until collisions prove catastrophic
Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpit's
Watching demons and angels clashing
In the moshpit's
Welcome to the Apocalypse, the final step
The final conflict
The final concept is not death, listen
Everybody is a cyborg and
The recession is fake
They had me fucked up giving
A confession to jake
I ain't wanna get knocked but
I guess it was fate
I'm a fallen angel, a descendant of apes
I'm an ancient astronaut
I'm from the Nephilim race
Biochip is here so you get arrested and raped
Hitler never died
They just faked his death and escaped
It was genocide but they
Never questioned the hate i was petrified
Now I rock a vest and I'm safe
And these stupid motherfuckers have
Obsession with faith
The world's welfare rests with
The congressional snakes this is Hell here
Just look at the president's face
All I saw was darkness at presidental debates
My mind too strong moving at exceptional pace
And the AR-15 just leveled the place
Now we live in Thunderdome unacceptable place
Got a crazy feeling
Certain people watching me walk
I'm too high to know who
The fuck's dropping me off
Why the fuck my knuckles are
So covered in blood
Somehow I got a funny feeling
That the government does
Check one: no bank account
No bills in my name
Check two: no jobs, taxes
Or children to claim
Fuck I think they can trace me
Basically chase me
Erase me in facing the paper they basically
Made me famous, I hate this, I'm wasted
I'm strapped on my back like
A fucking lunatic patient
I'm not going crazy
They're swearing I'm maybe
Erica, please take care of the baby
Baby, don't be hysterical, hysteria's hazy
Always knew how my mysterious ways be
You just thought I was lazy on the couch
Instead I was feeling the taste of
The gun in my mouth ouch!