{Verse 1: Lord Byron}
This is Digital Crucifixion, crucified by the pen
Dying became my new addiction, suicides on a whim
I cease to exist to these kids today but thats my fault, I gave them Apple products and egos to display
I gave them Blackberry's before, also Banana Republic
I gave them Fruit of the Loom garments so they can bare with the public
Stars are born everyday like the Milky Way, most of them are dark fleshed who starved for like fifty days..
I love war, I love peace, I love poor, I love thieves, I love who*es
I love the grubs that grow in the forest all the way to the forces who forked over fortune
But those forces who forked fortune over deeds similar to this won't forklift you to my fortress
Sinless stones broke children's bones, if the tortoise beat the hare the snail is heir to the throne
n***as sport chrome like HTC phones, a tear falls, a crow moans, angels sing as the war prolongs
n***as sport chrome like HTC phones, a tear falls, a crow moans, angels sing as the war prolongs...