Paroles: Dalek. Abandoned Language. Bricks Crumble.

1. Spit vernacular tactical acts attain status. Spectacular terrain ingrained in deep patterns
A possible protest viewed as progress With miniature steps one tends to digress.
Devised verbs to act basic balance Beneath Bricks lies meaning unchallenged.
Average actors equate to non factors. Your formulaic prose disastrous Enamored by text
Tempt to forge my words straight molten. Only be perceived by the chosen.
Same tree still grows in Brooklyn Misery mistooken maintained pain constant Themes central in booking.
Mental erodes like canyon rock Thoughts sediment. All actions evolve past sentiment.
[chorus]: Need militant speech type Amiri Baraka Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strenghthen emotions they foster Bricks crumble under feet of this author.
2. Simplified existence exposed core elements. To breath through concrete still seems irrelevant irrational
accentuates our arrogance. Assassins arrows aimed at the affluent. Tongue stuck to pavement, we hold no influence.
Maintain that statements were lost with our innocence. Inexact science defined by own sense.
Design our demise in past tense. Tumultous results raise brow of doubters. Debated innate abilities amongst oceans
of cowards. Conceived concept convinced the lucid The value of our voice seen in movements melancholic lyrics
became the mundane in this maze. Awake my cohorts with verbal tirade

(Thanks to livingdeadagogo for these lyrics)