Art for the ears a straight razor named perfection savage oxen orally opulent you the opposite he’s a phage his prominence exude dominance weapons of words when it comes to this wetwork - an expert - you nothing short of a blurb or an excerpt - my head hurt no room for rent you inbred dirt - I’m nice a dick sucked with added ice my mic abracadabra these bitches to afterlife for you, no love it’s back to the mud @ 8:38 - reincarnate as a grape squashed into wine @ a quarter to nine in no time - my girl’s fine your’s bovine - you’re watching us - peeping out the corner of our window masturbating and crying a creeper can’t her a tearjerker inconsolable after he heard mines I stay shine he isn’t me eventually rhyming is dying and everybody’s doing it - everybody’s doing it dying dying and it’s a glorious day as you died and I smiled today - a pentagram - in comparison the off his rocker rocker off his rocker rocking it - in our fear made an idol and called it GOD got damn I’m the man - an Inland Taipan on the mic what I write you see with a sonogram shards of glass mazetalker minotaur no artistry is hardly harming me sharper than shark’s tooth calligraphy severs your femoral artery like a faucet blood in buckets vilified The Bigfoot in the Big City - Polio Rob Ski - held in his hand a memory sung sweetly a hymnal put you on your knees for a new look a cloud ominous over your head under a sky vast enough to remind him he’s nothing in the scheme of things he praised divine he asked why? got no reply intangible - no capacity for apathy - The Bigfoot in the Big City the closest he’ll ever come to the kid - was closing eyelids and imagining he ain’t where he is - that he can do what I did Lord forbid no simile similarity what you say and what I say the difference is night and day stay in your lanes but I commissioned the highway had a job answering phones for 3 days in a 3-way - 3 people adds up to 6 legs in a 3-way - intertwined in a bodily fluid consensual exchange about Jackson Pollock all over my face her ass venti - eating hairy pus-say - is like constantly spitting out sunflower seeds (pff-t pff-t) cabinet of severed heads as a choice of accessories me never wearing the same head on this body you’ll never see - a cave - in and falls apart dying inside your mind asinine as your head rots - you a sniveler he had no heart hacked off his own limbs replaced them with tin - after listening a trash sit-u-a-tion - rancid like a fart that threw up poop molecules activate the neurons in nasal passage repugnant before you wither and pale in your final hour death won’t let’em be - death grants no reprieve you a wash you wack - here - drink this piss from the tap - fuck your earholes wit that - pick your nose with your toes it’s natural like migrant infant asylum seekers in diapers putting tear gas on their nachos choking took a shit on their shit - 16 ounces is a pound as punishment The Krampus of lyricists who feels Santa should be arrested for B + E conjures a page of madness your hype is hypothetical hark the herald declared a heretic I reject your rhetoric - DISPLACER fuckboi dull scroll pedantic count 10 dimes keep it 100 - you the rap equivalent - to being car sick - nauseous phonetic phenomenal paralysis from venom stopping nerve cells communicating lecherously when letters fucked then gave birth to infinite worlds infinite - infinitely rocking it the good times gone - curb your optimism abort that mission about face with every breath that you’re taking drunk off the power off your misery that I’m creating - from your annihilation - I found elation Mr. Sophistication - the coldest I like the cold but not being cold he cold with it - and cope with it in North Face

Ballbeam is bloodthirsty on drums a drunk Dracula The Hee Bee Gee Bee to MC’s- Rap ambition dream stealer hope shatterer- It’s apparent they frantic boundless panic Weakened stamina- Your friendly hair on the soap prominent- Orphan maker frown on your joy for prosperity Capture your face a deflated balloon-looking like a saggy Ass click camera- You trash city – no animosity-between you + me- But in my life, you no longer need to be- Mr. Helicopter hovers unparalleled – unopposed- No co-pilot on these prose no passengers- Father Whipper restores dread-reverse Horizontal Grand Paralyzer perched angular- When the pilot refused to stop the plane In mid-flight so I could get out and take A stroll among clouds, I made up my mind- Minister of the Heavens – to walk on the Moon on my hands -overheads like a Creepy crawly tarantula – Torch you toys crème brulee cranium conjurer Congress chief dexterously along the vertebra of a Vernacular – Long before it was fashionable – Shaped my hate of you into a diamond – Choke your tomorrow into a coma – My dreams laid waste to your dreams Pen psychotic no thorazine aluminum And mercury in vaccines fly off the mezzanine- I’m Ballbeam – the star of your girl’s Wet dream – she hacked a hairball on my inseam Mulolo system I’m swingin’ for all y’all To experience freefall – rock ya knot Unhappy Lord Razor Razor Boss Big Sauce Super monster weapon 4-headed flying Grizzly-breathing fire unfriendly – got vital signs like laundry lines Pulse emitter spitter decimated no escape None unscathed outbrained maybe He’s a powerhouse in his mind but He’s more like a burnt-out fuse – Your past life catching up with you, crumbs To lose – I refuse none hide no refuge You refuse – you trash city – no truce Took a 40 ft. dive onto concrete and Made quite a splash trash – No life refunds you’re a fart in the shape Of a man – wack as shit and never shy about sharing it You rappers is ass – smoke their remains To the ash -NKOLOSO w/ an axe Split his ass in half then segmented The other half of his body parts Like a paragraph – I fly that head Ears melt from the amazing – NKOLOSO Mister MC Smash Serenity Dear Haters - @ your disservice I have so much more in store for y’all to hate on – Please be patient you haven’t begun to fathom The extent of endeavor I heard defeat – taste like feet I wouldn’t know – I’m NOT into toes – NKOLOSO – in his lifetime Unfairly mocked – herb, don’t stir the pot You brought the brunch to the brawl To most of y’all – I’m numb like Anbesol – NKOLOSO – from the neck UP – a noose is a loop w/a Running knot – tightening as it’s pulled – Made from your intestines – NKOLOSO – You Thomas Edisons – of incompetence – I merk’d more of your ilk over watts Than ‘Coral’ – Eugene Watts – With faith and glory lead, we are always there – A nice person who hates people w/a vision For the future declared mad for space flight – I trained 10 cats – an Arkham Asylum escapee Hugo Strange Deranged – like a Trump supporter – who’s stupid To believe in Santa – but denies climate Change – On Friday, December 28th twenty- eighteen, Damn @ 51, Mark Feggins, my man and my man’s Ron’s man, died unexpectedly of a heart attack In the basement of his apartment building In the early AM – folding the laundry – In my same age vicinity – Making me – Face my own mortality – while folding an MC They laundry – seek an escape from my Proximity aflame w/ shame There’s no clemency when your cadence Is confectionary – Ain’t nuthin’ sweet ova here – NKOLOSO – Broken libido – don’t fuck around He had a clever thought? – who would have guessed? – Alert the press One victory is not a conquest – yet there’s Nothing to contest – There is no contest – Polio Rob is FOREVER – Living Fresh None deny gravity as to try to get this fly w/o feathers – throw yourselves over the edge onto your heads Wack rappers is self-hatred – And almost holds no weight – when what They do well is fail – Your girl is a used bloated sweat sock – Her used upole’ pussy got your whole career smelling like Wet mop Yeah, a very merry happy happy self-congratulatory To ME – On another one – NKOLOSO – ACE BALTHAZAR –

My allegiance ain’t retail and not for sale

Veer-Steer-Clear Threat level orange ordinance text got tongue bathed Tiamat of the rap – so underground my career went Fracking – caliente in every word I say Ears melt from the amazing on a snare – Ron McNair to the moon no challengers You cowered in the dark – practicing when I’m dead The Reaper for Rent un-alives you – Your fears well-founded didn’t value – the power Of breath ‘til it left – un-hos-pit-able – fuckwits I’m unfuckwitable – upon closer inspection Half of this rap shit is catfish – practice Silence I implore you – 32 muscles in my ear like a Cat to ignore you – learn it’s impossible to Defeat perfection – my past riddled w/ proof past The precipice of the present ongoing Subject to the power of my own perfection – being I’m the truth enhanced this perceived perception Veer-Steer-Clear Never follow – you peaked you plateaued This past year, - MC’s were depressed and Miserable but I turned that shit around now They miserable and depressed you murdering Yourself right now – your wack ass – is school on Sunday no class fakin’ jaks – you epic fails I’m too epic to fail – night after night Every night all night in a decree of degrees Upon degrees to the degree I secede from MC’s – Mistakenly – asking me – if I’m from Philly – Cause the beard got me looking like a Taliban’s teardrop – suffering is like a family dinner That should be shared – star of your shared Nightmares for years under the urgency of now Future of the now unannounced that has arrived Don't be surprised When I - Blew up the plane and disappeared in the Flames – out to get ya the skies falling Ear pleasing flawless fresh so outstanding – Rappers can’t stand him – Art, to me – is immortality An unburdening – behead men w/a scimitar pen It’s an in-fat-u-a-tion – like a man W/ amputated both arms – dwells on masturbation – You can’t style my style beast mutations Incantations style-wise, we’re no relation Not feeling me? I feel sorry for your mother Perfect description of an edit he light-headed Discharge an epigram w/ the discard of spent shell casing. Put Larry to their head permanent vacation To the temple spring cleaning vacating – Swiftly no waiting to his interior Restoration no resuscitation – brain matter On the walls what a mess of himself he’s making -A Blob of humanity congealed in bright red Arterial blood that looked like it was soaked In depression-era tomato soup from boiling Ketchup packets – the salt from your tears Provides the seasoning – Being hurt is to be human I talk to myself Like it’s somebody I love – Unpleasant your palette your welcome worn Full of shit 90 percent of your body weight You fucking plumbers of pipe dreamers – Passengers on a boat slowly sinking with Old age and an enlarged prostate Pissing dots and dashes in Morse Code That ends – with the stroke of a pen – God creates – or breathes death Darkness awaits as if greeted w/a blindfold No Bird Box -coaxed out of your innermost Suicidal encouraged relief look into my eyes I won’t lie to end it frightener maestro – Sinister MoMo -it’s sideways talking out your Goiter out the side of the neck you talk reckless – Eat a bucket of Kentucky fried dicks- Or get dealt wit wit the quick/ness – Detest self-loathing birds – born into a cage – Who view flying as ill/ness

Yo, that shit is dead I heard your verse Called a hearse – Rolled up in a meat wagon I was prepared for the worse – flypaper to flu Catch my Sick Adherent of that new now standing out Outstanding the pugilist that you paragraph Punchdrunk – tuned him up like a jukebox Chin checked tapped – Dawn’s Collapse In a ripple, the waves rose Crashing against your window obliterated Your vis-ibil-ity – terrifyingly unable to withstand Creaking under the weight toppled over – Blame gravity or biggest titties and top heavy – Crime against continuity rendered inert and Unawareness of his environment – arrived To cut him off like a handjob from Edward Scissorhands once they appeared As if a whirlwind opened under his feet – Fear appeared as if his heart was pierced By ice pick – colder than a dead gynecologist’s – Hand fisting a penguin’s pussy polar vortex – Frosted tundra igloo sex, iced pubes And your tomorrow’s in a coma His eyelids in soft protest dismissive – Not impatient to pry themselves open To witness another sunrise – Its visage no longer welcomed there And all over forever It’s admiration evaporated – atrophied Decimated – pouring gas on yourselves As I held the match hence what’s the point Of art if unseen? – cradled by the wind Then whisked away once it’s reduced To ash and cinders – I’m a brisk September Leaves fall – like all a y’all – I shit gold – winter’s cold Summer’s hot and you’re NOT There’s 2 types of HELL – Me and my mic the frail fail – w/o fail Come springtime Moncler? Prada? Gucci? – Doesn’t MEAN NOTHING TO ME You revealed your agenda to me with Blackface merchandising Be as coon as you can be – European exclusivity W/ serial killer’s calm let’s air ‘em out – reactionary -but rappers will forget + forgive in a few months -cause they ain’t got nothing else To rhyme about 4(x) The Corpse Never Wanders – The Door to the Store’s Closed

Beans verse: Inhale – turn the key and shut the garage door – Claims you crossed over divinity – Dead from the ashes and nothing risen – Religion is the oldest weapon of mass destruction – You deny your Messiah? – the real from the replica No love? You on some weird drugs – It ends w/ eyes gazing over your corpse No comparison, you were a MOUSE to me – God shrouded your eyes in darkness To deny you my light once more

Lord of my business – Death by my hand is altruistic Talk shit end up stiff in a body bag zip quick Listless – Lack of interest – you ain’t a lyricist Your album reminiscent – Of a fart under the blanket w/ no heat That kept me warm in winter cozy and comfy But the stench was so repugnant it left me conflicted Petrified hacked into your pacemaker I doubt you hearing Me over the thump of your own heartbeat panic The artistry of bodies obliterated after he neutered He didn’t bark the same your ego is not your amigo – Broken libido don’t fuck around – A stage is an altar a bloody offer of a slaughter Onto mics – on it like conservatives and their Nikes – I lit mics MC’s – in high anticipation- The worms are waiting devour mics raw You in awe my drug is applause A God requires a sacrifice Wack MC’s – stop wasting paper – cause we need Trees – for the Earth to breathe / on borrowed air An offering offered freely – to appease me Like fire as an MC – a living act of entropy A tsunami wavy of the waviest developed A habit for rap – on a current words on air Weightless seek depth shaped for a need to escape- Of my habitat – I cherished and relished a new life not Nightmarish w/ good intentions they try TELLIN’ ME – You gettin too old to rap – I think it’s time you fall back – Low ratings – Your appeal – Slipped like trying to run uphill – On ice in high heels put prose to pasture I listened to ‘em – but didn’t say nothing Heard what they said – but in my head – I said fuck’em and fuck that Under my majesty – none seeing me the retinas In your eyes hemorrhaged I’m Ballbeam A machete masquerading as a man when They mention me – something else entirely – Such as a condom for the size of my cock – You’d need a child-size coffin – In comparison – next to it – Your spit – felt inadequate

Fold the flags on these rappers GHOST’EM (4x) AND SEND’EM to GOD SEND’EM to GOD SEND’EM to GOD Fear is the motivator NO. I Incenerator Render your verse to vapor There is no resuscitator Nothing in common there’s no – Common denominator electrifying like a puddle and Cattleprod Depleted optimism ability to feel tomorrow is Better obliterated world of hurt Rendered MC’s – nothing but dust and Dead memories of no significance – Not even prayer made the slightest difference – Fold the flags on these rappers GHOST’EM – and SEND’EM to GOD SEND’EM to GOD SEND’EM to GOD I wear a shoe size 11 – Walking on water cause I can’t swim – Cut you off and call it castration On hold – put your career on call waiting – In disarray like puzzle pieces Deflate your world it’s a toy – brings me joy It’s a you I despise I’m a prize – A piss soaked pamper – She got a ticket to ride – Smelly socks and a set of some dull serrated steak knives – A warm orange soda – for a plate of a side of salty Soggy fries – add another stain to your shirt – Your prose a Disney princess – I keep my mic malicious – You like a kid still learning – but don’t know Shit (2x) Or was you always this stupid – Muzzle your noisemaker no thunder You stillborn in the dark practicing dead Head full of bubblegum Broken pencil pointless – You a tater tot you ain’t hot to trot You’s a tater tot. An edible – on a mic, a forgettable Intimate w/ fear like an animal that’s wounded An infant – Thrown in a furnace defenseless – Get the pages of your life torn out DON’T CRY, SCREAM – A place to rhyme w/o getting hurt is your dreams – Vacant and vapid – Let’s vacate the vacant and vapid – W/o merriment – homeless a permanence A dingy sleeping bag a sidewalk Sleepover no residence w/ broken toy Abandonment – A permanence – I was burden with excellence Sun James Ra Brown – Stripped naked and forced to sit tethered In front of two large air conditioner Units getting soaked by water poured Onto my body from a bucket I’m cold wit it – I’m frigid- You room temperature tepid- Fold the flags on these rappers GHOST’EM – And send’em to GOD send’em to GOD Send’em to GOD Taste your tears lonesome – Glitter scrotum – super sad disco party All treble no bass shrill insignificant – Not even prayers make the difference – SUN JAMES RA BROWN – it’s quite odd – They don’t sell beds @ Bed, Bath, and Beyond – I’m beyond – a thousand dimensions away since ‘97 Since I came back – from 2043 AD The raising hell infinite Lucifer lips – Big Sauce Razor Boss Smash traditions fort – I say unto them fools W/ words – a womanizer got letters to Anal fist beats @ the beach You can’t have it – The author of his horror – Fate is a lie Destiny is a book you write yourself History is the present The future unannounced Til I arrived Say my mind – Say my mind – Say my mind – Let’em all fear my mind – SUN JAMES RA BROWN - Diplomacy is out the window – 2 days ago – her ass was worthless – No fizz a flat surface if you asked me – 2 hours ago, it’s augmented – Her spread ass cheeks hid the scent of New upholstery. Dig the crazy grave she had a shape that made Corpses jump out the casket an hourglass And dead set to cause a trouser tent – Rigor mortis – Over bass pounding like the heart in your chest – Letters promiscuous – wearing a turtleneck Slightly aroused from light choking – suffocation And all kinds of fun - avant-phonetic phosphorous 914 elitist – I don’t play pretentious – never Underestimate their dumbassiness – As a listener I’m over cautious – Like a blow job from a girl with big chompers Snacking on a tree trunk w/ an overbite Woefully picturing my dick – reduced To a toothpick – but barely opened her mouth wide enough to say Aloysius – w/o A lisp – yet she was overly confident – It would be out of this world – Similar to you her boast of her prowess – Was just utter nonsense – Mueller report Disappointment – this overzealous – Lorena Bobbitt – bit off the dick now I’m bloody stubby rendered un-con-scious – I’ve - seen – birthday – candles – hotter – than- you – And those got blown out too you cockless Cockroaches, save your breath for your next life – Pain is a terrible color – Stress is a terrible lover – From pain to power seamlessly Working while no one is watching – I go berserk commonplace calamity Of wildfire human-induced lost war Of global warming not keen to ween From fossil fuels grown wealthy Carbon heavy industrial development The blaze rage that California Inmates tried to save for $2 a day To your eyes – I’m NOT surprised – No one’s watching - No one’s watching - No one’s watching

Mortimer Buer woke with a terrible headache that felt like his head was being split open slowly with a handsaw. I guess that’s what happens when you’re holding a military tactical knife then you slip on the blood of your latest victim, bleeding out in your bathtub. The 17 in. blade was inserted to the hilt and went straight through the jowl area from the underside of his chin impaling itself into his brain. He died instantly and landed here. Where is here? Here was somewhere and nothing that he had seen before. The atmosphere was sepia and smelt damp like consistently soaked wet fur. The texture of the ground on which he stood kept shifting like he was in the middle of the Sahara-sized litter box. They weren’t very close growing up, especially after his mother passed, yet it smelt reminiscent of Grandma Shore’s house and her 9 cats, a mixture of ammonia and stale urine. The scent was overwhelming. Suddenly, he was overcast by a looming shadow. It was a cat. A very imposing two-faced cat looking down at him. Its condition, if he remembered correctly, referred to the Roman two-face god, Janus. This Janus cat was a 35 ft giant with 4 sets of eyes looking directly at him almost with the same wonderment as he was staring up at it. What happened next was even more bizarre than ending up in an afterlife that was more like a litter box staring up at a 35 ft cat with two faces. The giant two-faced cat spoke, then asked him a question. “Yo, man, who had the best verse on The Symphony?” asked the left side of its face. Confused. “The Symphony?” “Yeah, my guy. The Symphony!!!” replied the right side of its face. “Didn’t you just come here from Earth? Don’t you listen to music, dude? Didn’t you hear me? No? OK, listen this time, please. Who had the best verse?” “Verse? You mean words in a symphony?” Mortimer wasn’t sure that there were words to a symphony. Surely not in the symphonies that he’d been aware of. True, each orchestra has their own voice when it comes to how each string, wind, percussion, and brass interact with each other, but I couldn’t tell the cat off-hand which one had the best verse. “Are we talking about chamber music for a smaller group of instruments? Are we discussing a specific sonata or concerto? Bach or Beethoven? Moonlight Sonata? I’m partial to the Moonlight Sonata myself. Chopin, Bach, Mozart, Tchaikovsky. This is so very hard to decide. I once met an ever so lovely Buttercup playing a solo piano sonata of Chopin’s Nocture opus 9 no. 2. It was exquisite, let me tell you. So sublime that I made the decision to add her to my collection. I had to have her, you know. So, Chopin, yes, I’ll go with Chopin as my answer. CHOPIN!!!!!!!” he said with conviction. The eyes of the Janus met each of the two centered eyes somewhere in the middle, serious and stern. They looked back at him and then back at each other. Hysterically, the Janus burst out laughing from each side of its face. This was non-stop tear-inducing hysterics. The litter underneath Mortimer rumbled as the laughing was so hard. It was also very deafening. Catching a breath trying to compose itself, the left side of its face regained a degree of composure long enough to speak. “No, mutha fucka. NOT fucking Chopin, dweeb!!! The Juice Crew, mang!! I’m talking about Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G. Rap, and Big Daddy Kane, produced by Marley Marl on the In Control Volume 1 that came out in 88, The Golden Era, on Cold Chillin’ Records!” The Right Side - “Yo, Kool G. Rap’s verse is MURDA!!! Without question, kid, he slaughtered that verse. Best lyrics on the whole joint.” The Left Side - “In the words of Ice Cube on that Del joint, ‘I disagree, homeboy!!’ KANE!!! KANE!!! KANE!!! KANE!!! KANE is the illest!! King Asiatic Nobody Equal!! Man, even in the video Kane is so fly that he didn’t even bother to dress up in those shitty cowboy outfits. Put a quarter in your ass because you played yourself. ‘Whose flattop rules in 89?!!’” The Right Side - “The Symphony was 88, dufus!!” The Left Side - “I know, I know and you know I know but you know what I’m sayin’. Don’t give me a McHard Time and don’t front on Kane. Kane’s that one, mang. I’m telling you, trust.” Mortimer was out of his element. Abandoned and confused to the thread of the conversation. The Right Side - “Ahhh, man, that was rich. I needed that right there. Wow, you are a card. With a name like your last name, somebody was dying, right? I mean, you killed like 63 people and don’t even know who Marley Marl is. That’s crazy. I can’t even believe that we’re even engaging in this discourse. Kool G. Rap came the hardest on the whole damn jawn!!!!! ‘Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price goes deep til you fell in a spell of a sleep and while I’m counting the money, you count sheep’” Ohhh, rap music. Mortimer couldn’t understand it, nor grasp its appeal. Where’s the melody? To him, it’s just a bunch of words thrown together, talking talentless, derivative, and derogatory. The subject matter was materialistic with an overusage of coarse vulgarity. Very juvenile. To Mortimer, it was abysmal. It wasn’t his thing. He unwisely relayed, with unabashed honesty, how he truly felt about the subject. Both sides of the cat’s face looked annoyed. “Keep in mind,” said the right side of the face, “that your answer determines where you end up next. Either you get to start over again in a pleasant way or not. Choose your next words carefully.”

Stereo – Stereo, stereo – It sounds so fresh I’ll say it once and repeat – Stereo – Stereo, stereo – A speculative past future dystopian, a structure From cardboard a gaze of a temple in ruins, A blueprint of a nostalgia battered remnants Of a bridge barren once golden A monument to a world lost under a smog of Half-memories Like how nightclubs in daylight look sad, out of Place, and show their age The ugliness that attracts lack the ability to discern Lethal forage lethal quantities of toxic Choke 2 death on trash tragic – Bird carcasses w/ stomachs full of plastic The void is filled w/ an unwanted visitor and In order for it to go away something fundamental Must change sleeping disturbed in sleep No longer safe or comfortable An ominous overcast by a terror whose Features are amputated in shadow Afraid, a leopard leaped from the space Of introspection a scale difficult to gauge Captivated by the hideous and twisted Leaving reality to reach until it makes sense Missing between the ground and the sky I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor A distorted landscape w/ the appearance of a city On a cloud in the distance along an alteration To a horizon line beyond what exists unfolds A new narrative kills you clever White phosphorous munitions incendiary Properties inhaling the smoke – Made use of offensive effectively A tradition of eloquence communicate as The drums commence – Poet no peer primero a technique via Written text intermingled letters like sex Allow me to elaborate w/ eloquence Words speak us Yo, BEANS snapped on this beat It’s a snack to a beast Wounds are too fresh and much too painful To forget You artless into an artform Don’t need a keen eye for details to spot The flaws a monster constructed of flaws His flaws had flaws Given a little – thinks it’s a lot because He never had shit Faith is for mortals – a god has himself To believe in as of this writing – The usual typical expected The faulty fallacy of normalcy is not ME Stroke victims often said to have strong Smells scent sensations the air smelt Of almonds also sharper acute hearing When the windmill cancer sets in – That increases everything exacerbated My hearing all I’m hearing is Jackhammers Sudden increases in hearing when I’m near Loud noises (I’m annoyed – You’re all noise) (3x) I’m a Windmill Cancer Survivor (2x) Inhale – turn the key and shut the garage door – Claims you crossed over divinity – Dead from the ashes and nothing risen – Religion is the oldest weapon of mass Destruction – You deny your Messiah? – the real from the replica No love? You on some weird drugs – It ends with eyes gazing over your corpse No comparison, you were a MOUSE to me – God shrouded your eyes in darkness To deny you my light once more