Shutdown... -

Get the fuck outta my face

I wish they would try the shit they’ve been talking

Stopped in a heartbeat with a warning

No stalling when I come

Young, free, dumb bet I butterfly tongues

Get back to this mad advocates, full of free mind motherfucking activists

Bring the new sound now and you’re mad at us

Show your face when you talk and man the fuck up!

Stuck in a cycle, versatile we keep moving unlike you

Take in the breath of hate to breathe ice we just like death hard to fight when

he finds you

Come and get it brother or get on your knees bitch

Hold up for these metal elitists

Slash guts with a fast cut and I pass em up to straight up delete this

(BRIDGE)

But you feel excepted, and I see internals disconnected

Bring all that hate expect no harm

Unplug their network fucking end it

Cause I’ve been around long enough to know what you think

And I know that you feel alone you wish to break free

And I know that you wish to have what I have achieved

Live direct feed my arm through your screen

Download your death and pay up the fee

But it won’t stop till I break the ice in this bitch

Looking down from the top you envy my clique

Get stomped with a Doc to the back of the head and after that rewind the beef

never ends

Sick trend, fuck what the scene is

Full of hate no love for achievers

In a basement behind their keyboards

Disgrace to the scene more than we are

Duck taped up

Put your body on the floor what the fuck they want?

Lock jaw like a pitty but I’m not chained up

Put your face to the floor and your back faced up

Face fate, spine to the future

Laugh to the sky bring a storm with the humour

Disturbed my thoughts are just luna tic toc times up run through them

(BRIDGE/CHORUS)

All I see, In the mass of this unsound mind

Eyes emit the sign views convert to vibe

I’m just left blind, its my disease my temper directs my needs I need shelter

from these fantasies CAUSE I CANT BREATHE

How do I, shut down the brain of this set

I’ve asked with aimless intent

I’ll mend the fray that its left

But i’m afraid of the cause and effect

How do I address instinctive action I clash with rappers who blabber vapid vast

nasty accents, caught in the middle I need a reaction

Your broken heart, low spirit and charm

Bitter and green with envy ensuring you can’t be harmed

I smile in the face of anger the calm proceeds the storm

The paths of gods are followed while heroes banish from thought x2