Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks Brother, sister, misses or mister My style is complicated, patterns
orchestra. The event took place under the slopes of the Krkonose mountains in the summer and autumn of the year 1913, Anno Satanas. Heroes: Atrament
where everyone's a hero. goddamnit 'cos everyone's a hero praise allah 'cos everyone's a hero hail buddha 'cos everyone's a hero wash daily 'cos everyone
that keep you in Let your hair down, sometimes relax your stiff posture Or so they say, all work no play makes you dull Chance to change the patterns
from hero to subzero antisocial enfant terrible natural born loser support stupidity certificate chromium covered walls in my own dust bowl this deserted
oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy And cast down the frail hero by hero slaughtered in vain, assassinations of demigods in secrecy A never ending pattern
leering countenance forever frozen in a grotesque parody of un-death. And once more, like a purifying storm of righteous fury the heroes of Hyperborea
book where rogues and heroes die. These ink soaked pages cause a clamor; More than the rusted hinge. Mocking with perfect format as if there really is a pattern
that keep you in. Let your hair down. Sometimes relax your stiff posture. Or so they say, all work no play make you dull. Chance to change the patterns
value is written on your face. We see patterns ... We'll value the constant when variables have no place ...where no patterns exist There are patterns in the street, there are patterns
anti's plan like Burning the leaf, giving me slant eyes [? ] duck through debris, go to my campsite Space wars battling comets and star patterns Kneel
, and cardiacs Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back" Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin' A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
, comas, and cardiacs Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back" Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin' A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
, GWAR constantly schemes For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams Old men fly into space, GWAR cannot... This re-occuring pattern
stranger?s eye Just another place I don?t belong PreChorus: Breaking mirrors of there patterns of odd Blaming your father for who you really are Placing ads for heroes
at Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt Bet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern
We idolize and exonerate the statues of barbarians and henchmen and why and how we must pattern ourselves to be such men Who is the hero? Who is the scapegoat