One- liner #1

I rather be friend with the one who keeps me in captivity
then be a stranger to the one who tells he will set me free.

Give me a reason to listen

I’m fake, you're fake, this is fake, not by a million reasons

will i take my hands of my ears, until the voices in my head

shut up, it's filled with 26 years of deciphering patterns

of everyone else’s truth, my conclusion is a one-eyed pyramid

but it depends on how you use it

I’m water, you're water, this is water, all voices wants to be heard

to much to be digested when co-opt, its drowns in a sonic ocean

here you go with the tide to move collective, isn't it absurd

that our puddles are small but have repetitive steps of notion

but it depends on how you use it

I’m loud, you're loud, this is loud words, and i got sentenced

by judgment of action or apprehension of action, the greatest events

takes place in silence and adversity conjures our inner villains

the key holders to our wardrobe with our vast skeleton collections

but i it depends on how you use it

I’m material, you're material, this is material, capitalistic plastic

small artificial miracles, buy it, make it, steal it, hemispheres,

180 degrees, the turn we either receive or deal, are to me esoteric

words of pennywise producers, so my hands still remain on my ears

it depends on realness, flow, brawl, character and how you use it

give me a reason to listen to you

Machine oxygen

Snorting your confidence and drinking your appearance

It’s smoking your humor, and injecting your partner

Refuse the self abuse but you want an eye brow to rise

Be the sum of blended dimensions, deeper then all imaginations

Running low on excuses of exhaustion, and self destruction is easy

Look mom no hands on the steering wheel, miscalculated velocity

You run outta breath when you're free

You run outta gas when you get taken for a ride

Gas costs and is temporary but accessible

Breaths symbiosis and unnoticed but it's intended for all

A ride requires a road, a breath requires a flowers pulse

But our systems is filled with snorted confidence

Smoke humor, inject partners and drunken appearance

A car is simply filled with gas, it won’t go on anything else

Just like oxygen

By machines