[Verse 1: Metropolis]
What a night, sodom [?] right type
Spilt words and accents like blood from fright night
End of the market day, fruit not ripe
That's getting thrown in the gutter, slippers whisper sickness
Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delayed
Latency thunder, ripping up a town
From beneath the grounds, under the deep
We lounge under the sound but we'll travel on rupture
Unravel your structure
Gene code breaking down so battle of master strength
Need no weapons, spit shells, rappers get touched up
Only the strong survive, get shaken, arise and thus start to be taken alive
You'll be taken alive [while your] route to demise
While our weed smoke to new highs of blue skies
The mind's eye never lies
Closed and lost like god's severed divine ties

[Hook: Metropolis]
Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect
But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths
Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect
But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths
[Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron]
Yo, I stay livid, brain withered and face grinning
Chase women, race winning in this fake kingdom
Race to place faith in this bait system
Stray pilgrim, changing name 'til his fate gives in
Days spinning, out of control, time's speeding
Mind feeling for hope, but my life's bleeding
I write, read, and recite bereave that despite freedom my life's leaving
Three times of the wind of this nice evening
I fight feelings, dry feeling, my frail skin
My plight's flimsy like the tale of a fell king
Set sail to the blue yonder and hope for no return
Let's be failing, she's to wonder if our souls should burn
I close the urn, toes turned to the wind
False discern, these yokes are learning to sin
Hurt within crushed feelings of a lust lost
Last seeing us believing that we must rot

[Hook: Metropolis]
Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect
But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths