Cicada 3301

The moment that I put an ear to the beat was an omen The doorway to perception was opened

Stepped in it broken

Now the fully formed figure remains

Accepted the coaching Stepped in clear headed Then he exited smoking Time is running out

I keep trying to cut the bunnin' down

But times are pretty low in London Town

So I light a little Lemon

Stay adjacent to the underground

And watch the fakes run around

When the sun is down

And when the sun is up

Misguided little kids out run amuck

Crying out for a voice

But no one's done enough

Hustle hard for some choices they can muster up Bust a gut through this cluster fuck

The so-and-sos

And the such-and-such

For some of us the shit is much too much

So we look for real stuff to touch

Before the dust to dust

Could change something if we trust in us

The moment I put my voice on the beat You were frozen

The Necronomicon holding

I've gone Golden like Frieza

Hold the beats like Ike and Tina It's nice to meet ya

Here in life's arena

But now I'm sat here

Inside the speaker

Catch my words like The Preacher

I'm Jesse Custer

You're the wide receiver

My mind resides inside the 9 Ether Realm

The language they speak

Only a live Elohim can tell

You see the cell?

The prison of man's mind

All the roads lead to the extinction of mankind I'd get my head in the game

If I had the time

But for now

I'm stuck in this 9-to-5 pantomime

What the apple?

My life has gone Bizarro

What's next?

Back of the neck

Scanners on the barcode

I'm ready for the cybernetic implants Until then

I'm cool with these hypothetic skin grafts

Motivate

Kill the world while we procreate

And fight over the gross estate