Rise from the coffin kid, stance of a monolith.
Style is eponymous, enchant like a modern myth.
Crosstown politics, preach on the corner it's.
Honest kid - We got cross town locked down.

(Locked) down by the cost of each rife inequality. Child born in poverty, denied free autonomy. Defined by their colony, lines of geography. No surprise when bureaucracy writes their biography. Profiling's the polity declining the progeny of types who are often seen as snipes, viewed quite cautiously. But I see the prodigies that rise from forgotten schemes, to heights deemed to contravene the lie of biology. Hip to hypocrisy, dissing dishonesty. It's in the consciously cod anthropology. It's in the policies picked with frivolity, sick of this comedy hence animosity. It's in the constantly crass choreography, dance for your money, entranced by cacophony. It's in the laws so please despots, F- laws, at best flaws of so-called democracies. It's quite probably hype, obviously I ought to be mind-boggled these lies topple speech. It's in their awful reach to throttle thoughts that opt to teach rather than adopt the long con or cheat. It's in ecology, it's in ethnology, it's in theology, It's in all of this. It's uptown, it's downtown, it's all round, it's crosstown politics...

Watching sheep, counting sheep, watching sheep, off to sleep, talk is cheap but it takes a lot of gwap to be talking free thought on screen. You can't afford the fee, of course the cost is deep when truth's a currency viewed with mockery. And honesty is an impoverished population's only property but we gripped by goggling glossy mag glossaries. Gossip rags, gone are themes of godliness replaced by unseemly offerings of opulent odysseys. Seems reading a novel's a novelty, along with notions of modesty. We mute to monstrosities, duped all too consciously by molly-coddling moral majorities ignoring abhorrent atrocities, in favour of accumulating private economy. Bored with games, time to abolish monopolies. Boxed in mahogany, dropping the coffin deep, into the sod and leave their soul in insolvency. Fuck the monarchy, fuck the monastery, fuck the sovereignty, fucking bollocks speak. Fuck the monarchy, fuck the monastery, fucking watch as we...