Hyperaptive
(First Verse)
Lately I'm feeling barely-human
Don't even wanna belong here trapped in their-delusion
Delusions of grandeur on a rock that's barely-moving
Maybe I'm really half alien and there's-a-fusion
Mum told me she was pregnant with me when my dad died
Maybe she was abducted and don't remember or she lied
An experimental extra terrestrial divide
Between species in which they planted an embryo inside
To create this mind
Spraying bars outward-manically
My lyrics are outer-planitary
My whole life I've been feeling out-of-sanity
From a kid I started to doubt-reality
Looked around and wished I could only live in a world without-banality
And the majority won't understand my speech
Cause I speak
A language that's been made alien to us each
We're designed not to breach
Certain intellectual peaks
So we stay beneath
The world knowledge of the elite
That's why they stand-amazed
While bringing these bars is just another one of my standard-days
The world ain't ready to hear my intellectually candid-ways
So I join my hands-and-pray
For the day, that my true family will land-from-space
Everywhere I just see organisms
Living in morbid-prisons
Of the mind, sharing assorted-visions
While the majority still believe that your-decisions
Are your own, blind to the fact they're just following orders-given
How to dress, walk-and-eat
This world consists of few humans, herding a mass of talking-sheep
Making sure your thoughts-are-brief
From when you where taught-to-speak
You've where spoon fed the rules and forced-to-sleep
Living in a world based-upon-theories
Evasive-to-queries
Just as well my spaceship-is-nearly
In Earths orbit, cause right now my patience-is-weary
Who knows what I might do if they don't make haste-in-appearing
Too many nights now I've been waking in cold-sweat
Flustered and frustrated cause I still ain't home-yet
Stuck on this ball of dirt, with these colossal-fools
Thinking they're living advanced, when they still rely on fossil-fuels
Our insignificance is plain-to-see
Yet superior to an inhumane-degree
Is what we claim to be
Only in artistic and technological ways-are-we
Even separate from beats, how we think different is strange-to-me
Like an overgrown swarm of ants-in-a-nest
We're no more to this Earth than a fucking cancerous-pest
A gargantuan-mess
Ask am I misanthropic?-Yes !
Just give me giant human insecticide cans-I-can-press !
We're inherently a primitive-breed
Complete with superstition, war and sinister-greed
Too preoccupied with what occurs in-this-perceived
Reality we've conjured to see, to the pivotal-needs
Of evolution, I doubt we'll even make it to type-1
Civilization, probably end up under 5-tons
Of nuclear bombs, which only few will survive-from
Ready to repeat the cycle of ancient times-gone
Meanwhile I'll be home-and-at-peace
The memories of this world wholly-deceased
But maybe I'll return one day, solely-to-see
Earths population once again slowly-increase........
