The Prodigal Parasite

Your weapons were large Hypothetical sentences So I went along Strung with the Imminence Till I grew some eyes Caught on to the emptiness My vision now wide Cause I see your line of shit I wanna hold it under a scope Analyze your words unkind You sold so many out to dry My finger points at your discourse A cult leader in the media Small man disguised as a big time Fish to fry or an axe to grind I can't sell my soul You really couldn't afford it I laugh as your facade drops Secretly you wanna suck my cock I laugh as I'm amused at The fact the you have nothing to Offer like a carnie at an empty carnival Lie to someone I'm less niave You fed a line of bull I won't take my words back This is not grammatically correct We got a visionary sonic pimp Typing a pitch like a Son of a bitch Just a cog Trying to drain My desire to be All I dreamed Feast your ass On the machine Old man I am not built To be deceived in your Judas shades of A liars product In essence You will always be A quint afterbirth In the glitch of all my dreams I used to be blind to it But I read through terms and conditions And everything that you had in the terms Were all for you And I benefit nothing from the lies and the deceptions And the finger point embarrassment It all comes down to you and your ego trip So fastly vastly coming to the top To tear me down so you can be something To stroke your egotistical ego That never seems to inflate enough But you seem to own it You're a king right? With your passive aggressive words To try to make me feel small While I do all of the work How could I fall for such a lie You fucking clown What a waste of currency My time and energy To be at the circus of freaks now I spelled it out I don't have to subliminally Passive aggressively Say anything It's all cut and dry now fuck yourself I won't take my words back This is not grammatically correct We got a visionary sonic pimp Typing a pitch like a Son of a bitch Just a cog Trying to drain My desire to be All I dreamed I used to be blind to it But I read through terms and conditions And everything that you had in the terms Were all for you And I benefit nothing from the lies and the deceptions And the finger point embarrassment It all comes down to you and your ego trip So fastly vastly coming to the top To tear me down so you can be something To stroke your ego