Lost Secret - March of the Damned lyrics

[G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] I got the blues for strife of humanity Vanity, greed and excess, material insanity is empty But they don't know the hologram exists Why my lord do they persist Many questions we ask, but the answers take time The fall of man seems obvious, but the puzzle remains Mysterious anomaly... Fossilized lifestyles trapped by their philosophies The moment you label it you dead Ideals become idols in just a brief moment Trapped by the desire and the comforts to which you aspire Heads pray for money then wonder why they die, die, die Take action and stop talkin' bout it Frozen im time instead of infinite motion Babies get prescription to a potion Opiation population easy freedom lacking disciplinary conduct Self respect is dead, so is self awareness Too many rap singers be careless Music stopped the planet but it used to propel it tho Older cats know this but refuse to tell it so die young planet, die, die, die! [Chorus 2X: Evanescence "Imaginary" sample] Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant choas, your reality [Archangel Metatron] It's the Metatron, giving you a warning I'm forming from the ashes of suicide bombings Ya'll pathetic, keep potential from getting kinetic I'm shooting holes in your theoretic I'm aggressive, ya'll is pa**ively so Meteorites, carrying SARS crash in your homes They was thrown, cause your God thinks you wasting carbon My angels ready for war, ready for all those marching Towards damnation, my sword pierces digital graphic Glitch the matrix, ya'll guilty Of pretending you innocently ignorant I shoot rhymes in light form from the tips of pyramids My key's mystic, spit religious scientifics Look at my eyes, as they shatter existance Don't say I ain't told ya Cause this the voice of Amen Ra, Allah and Jahova [Chorus 2X] [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] Are you such a dreamer to set the world to rights? I took a trip exchanged real grips with knights Now I'm ready to build uplift then drift on Do my own thing, smacking you b**hes so tragic when I sing Songs from the key of life, it's for the blind Turn ya foglights on cuz no future in yo front I'm like a blunt, but no, you can't smoke me I exhale ya planet, broadcast it in a note, see? [Archangel Metatron] With dope stee, what you believe causes laughter Punch your moms, cause I want, I don't have to I block thoughts, when I'm inhaling these flows Pack an Ankh, when I'm impaling my foes Straight bumming, on my forty-deuce new school Jesus Yes, I smile at whitey's who walk by Jam they radar, pan handle reality Papsmear your ear cause something nothing working M-tron talk sh**, priest want to murk him But can't, cuz I'm the virus My funk pattern attacks like advertisements Surpa** the radar, but no I'm not Solo Here with 'chiz, we the outer space po-po