Isolated Hatred

In isolation I'm facing a new form of contemplating

The situation it is breaking deformed in mists that take things

Silence breaks dreams, the smile tint leaves, while crocodile beings scheme for their rings

I'm losing my head, mammalian kid who said, 'bout a reptilian squid fed lead with bread

I'm out killing a million, or maybe just myself, baby just trust that I shelf it with stealth

Walk around dead, unstably bled red, injection detection for those with reception instead

Hi there guy, my name is "Mr. Why?", I like to spy and eye those who try

To live their lives with strives made knives turned spike and cry, with no lie to pry

Their way out, so everyday they shout, pout and doubt they'll ever get out of this hole

 

So their role becomes a corroded troll, beating with a club so unmerciful

Exploded toll on an epileptic stroll, corrupted soul on a decrepit septic knoll

Yes a little hill, a bitter brittle pill, swallow it, follow it with some water

Fluoride tides that they openly ride, hope then confide in the sky, then they died

 

Off to the wheel, the karmic balance like a harmonic chalice they resonate talents

If they'd only spread innate mallets, like little fitted tools, knitted in their mortal spools

Their aortal (of the aorta.) jewels, are great portal clues to divine spine joules

ZAP! in this rap I have strapped and trapped, a message it's stress is repressive

I suppose these blows bellow expressive, my flow's mellow, in text it's impressive

But the meaning is suggestive, of suggesting rug nesting bugs are infesting with digestive

Acids burning in rye blessed vivisection, live it's in your section

Strive to survive the infection, of your neural network's rejection

It's bet work, or guess work just to paint my mural of inflection