el, you’re too preachy
you don’t reach me
right and wrong’s hard
you say easy?
look, they made me
i was normal
on some rap shit
up rock back spin
pause, collapse then
back to windmill
innocent thrill
so old fashioned
we’re all deranged
i’m no different
i wish my hope still existed.

run the blades
nexus six shit
life span program final digits
you’re my daddy
you’ll protect me
i need guidance to live correctly
i can’t fight you
feed me ether
i’m your servant
you’re the teacher (yo, what the fuck, el?)
oops, sorry
that’s the implant talking for me.