[Psiklone]:
Fuck the good book, life ain't stood me in good stead
My shadow ain't brave enough to follow in my footsteps
I look dead but I'm wide-awake
Catch bullets between my eye-lids in a firing range
I'll throw you in a lion's cage
And drive away before you catch my poetic license plate
Force climate change, delivering cold punches
I'm Blizzard from Primal Rage
Breathe suicidal plague, reverse your survival traits
So against your instincts you die in vain
"Walk On By" like Issac Hayes
I'm insane, convince the stewardess I can fly the plane
Direct the auto-pilot to sky-scrapers
Tallest giants dwarf Goliath's height status
Pick-axes over light-sabers
And resort to violence in awkward silences as ice breakers

[Hook (Skirmish)]:
We risin', risin' right to the top
We risin', risin' as high as the gods
And we risin' whether you like it or not
Rhyme Asylum unlikely to STOP

[Possessed]:
From the bottom of my heart, DIE
I give you a stab of conscience from my sharp mind
Light-speed shadow boxers
The worms that consume my corpse turn into anacondas
Eternally-reigning king
Cross-breed, demonic form with horns evolving angel wings
Don't provoke my awakening
Gave my girl a cursed video tape as an engagement ring
Son of a succubus
Relish hunger pains, not sustenance; I'm a glutton for punishment
Unexplained
The way I suffocate to death and seconds later, resuscitate
Hate to love and I love to hate
My biological clock counts down to Judgement Day
The man that wouldn't die
I took a look inside the book of life
But couldn't find my fucking name
[Hook (Skirmish)]:
We risin', risin' right to the top
We risin', risin' as high as the gods
And we risin' whether you like it or not
Rhyme Asylum unlikely to STOP