"Serpents, kill them all"

The rep world isn't built up
Cotton mouth viper throw with the time release, pills stuck
Start thinking of ill stuff
Vision of Joan Burney doll faces stepped on like crushing pill bugs
In cyphers I canoe out bodies and rejoice in the hissing steam of their spilled guts
Spitting like gills cut
Simple Jak ill dumb
My brain's the size of a milk dud
Suck my open heart
Feelings from stomach furnace melt any butterflies by the open smoke and hearth
Gullet slack ladle
Dump saliva ooze out primordial exposing art
Troll whaling ship bellies flense rib cages for the dead
Behold the modern Noah's Ark
New critics shoot the moves of government suits like black robes that cloak patrolling narcs
They know I'm smart so I flood warn the hackers with a blazing flow virus code of arms
Hoping their modem spark
You don't like the evolution, go gather friends to expedite wild witch hunts for ghosts on Mars
Freedom seen like dream sequences, we live in hell
Watch the TV it eats academic freedom shit
What revolution, politics strangle you before free speech leave your lips
From bell towers I snipe chancellors
Under the surface burns, the pentagram Washington magic, the serpent stirs
I murder firms
Freedom of speech isn't free if there's punishments
How could we live in peace when the White House den cloak Satan worshipers
Demons in senate seats, sheeps content in sleep
But wake up if you dare, disect the disturbing 9/11 scene
Turning stomachs nodding
I don't want proof of God, the devil or alien enemies
Boogeymen in trench fatigues
I stay subterranean to avoid think tanks of treachery
Await in the mountains of Northern Westchester deep in the hills
Hunkered down in a mobile home armed with weaponry
If they send for me I guess my psyche record leave
To make my music sound more like a paranoid acceptance speech
All of my family went for right and put their monkey hands over their eyes except for me
Sorry but free society doesn't make sense to me
Cause they cast and fratricide
In my flat, the voice in my own head on reverb trapped inside
This fad has to die
They heard the crack of spine
From a hunk back came flying ravens with parrots tied on ankles from arrow slits
On watch towers to send warnings to the nearest castle's pride
Bannerman catch a parrots glide
My lining saw spray and fade it cut like big belly carrot sliced
The highest of sea gallon tides
I'm famished from the poor crop and collapsing into my throne and haven't died
Plow horse over campsite cook fires from pallet smite
?? I stake heads bordering parapet's gallant
Intimidation for every battlements