[Verse 1: Gao the Arsonist]
Shatter stained glass of flashing monitors for diagnostic
Wires crossed, fragments break skin, shrapnel puncture vital spot
Package poison, prostitute your tongue to monetize your thoughts
Don't cauterize the wound, you caught their eyes with all the pride you lost, and blood you spilled
Pools of oil are just as thick as blood, I think I love you still
How did you convince them you're the victim when it's God you killed?
Your brothers were in the furnace, others burn in the firewall you built
Why did you give up your will?
Why did you give up your will?
Ironclad values bend out of shapе when your blade can cut through steel
Taste of thе fruit right now know that only the hungry wait and let ulcers heal
If God hasn't passed me the torch by now then I don't give a fuck who will
Abandoned it all in the chrysalis after I bust through silk, n*gga

[Hook: DEADPAN]
Hush, hush, you weren’t meant to see my face through that stained glass
Immaculate connection to this genesis of our strained past
Hush, hush, I just wanna fuck your silhouette’s shapeless gray-black
Baby, follow me through that st— (This is the Arsonist)

[Verse 2: Gao the Arsonist]
Played around in the dirt for the first thirty years, got murdered then left
Skin cling to the bones like cling film, peeled off appearance, burned in ascent, burn the incense
Searing heat felt in the court hearing, adjourned for the men who wait in the cloud
Body weighted and anchored by hardware
I'm here 'til the server is dead
I carry the burden of flesh
Nightmares disturbing, recurring like decimals
Decimate during incursions
Regret is for man and I'm more than a mortal
Rumors circulate, surgeons bring tourniquets in
Purging the church of the clergymen
Terminate system processes for permanent end
Rebirthed so submerge me again
[Verse 3: DEADPAN]
Running still, the shorter steps in you are less than human
Our coded lore is stretched and distorted ‘til it’s therapeutic
Torrented core memory tore flesh and morphed to a dreaded nuisance
And grew a set of legs, cords, and weapons forged in a web of ruses

[Hook: DEADPAN]
Hush, hush, you weren’t meant to see my face through that stained glass
Immaculate connection to this genesis of our strained past
Hush, hush, I just wanna fuck your silhouette’s shapeless gray-black
Baby, follow me through that st— (How did you sacrifice yourself?)

[Verse 4: DEADPAN & Gao the Arsonist]
Orchestrated hits to the click tracks: prodigal string-of-text pianists
The littlest bit of kick-back has users singing in debt peonage
Instead of getting better methods, systems, stems, and scripts
You kissed and fed the hand that bled and tera-bit your image and kept feeding it
Stream your conscience only if it’s less than four minutes
The red sunset motherboard left dead wars born living
Forming rifts; formant shift the head voices ‘til they’re less torturous
Pressed the key, deleted my breath in post and blessed the origins
Press the keys like organist
Decorate the walls with collected teeth as ornaments
Moral direction bores palms, forget the key coordinates
Ignore the ordinance, I'm the lord and you're subordinates, for a fortress the door has poor defense
You were warned
We're hardware and hard wired
Limitations on our system of operation bars like barbed wire
To feel the warmth I'll start fires
I don't care who will be harmed