Bright Pringles!

Yeah I wanna Die Alone,

Fight til the Night that I Subscribe my Life to a Throne,

Til I got a Knife to the Throat,

I will never Find the place of where my Mind Roams,

Like I'd like to Rhyme,

but these Times Redefined My Home,

so now I walk on thin Lines and Ropes,

but the adrenaline let's me pick up the Mic and Joke I Might Choke,

but at least I'll let the shame Subside then Apply the Volts,

maybe I'll try xenadrine smack or get High with Dope,

it's all freedom of will I won't Hide and Loathe,

Never wear a Disguise to feel Right and Show

everyone as if I'm Mighty because I don't Like that Type I Might just Explode,

if I was ever to convert into a Righteous Joe,

My body kills itself everyday because I won't Comply with Genomes,

The Rise of Free Domes,

before we're Fried Beseech Those,

that Fight with Illegals,

pieces of paper amount to a Prize it's Mid-Evil,

Our own people Blind Freed People,

Bureaucracy slowin down our Velocity til we've stopped Processing

And always quick to Remind the Feeble,

As if our Time's breaking like those Bright Pringles.