Robizz

Cold streets and abandoned hopes float through the mind of a soilitary wanderer. Skipping through opaque street lights, bouncing from curb to curb on, this, the night of nights. Quick step one foot over the other kicking fogotten trash in his wake. Arms float across his stary vision, dancing with the kicked-up garbage. No one around but his audience of 10,000 lights Lights from lambs, bulbs and stars Just like a star he wants to be. Through the cosmos he shall dance, forever falling Mind set on one thing This dance, he dances for himself But another strays across the hazy alleyway One of beauty beyond the stars Hair of

Anarchy, Heirarchy, and Trechery Be afraid of my rising cult For your system of changes has but one fault That you turn blindly to your thought to be lessers While they scheme to currupt as the infectation festers Eating away your conversational plot All your back stabbing lessons and lies for not For we shall rise and bring fall to your Heirarchy Slit your throat with our brutal Anarchy We are the resistance, the undermined, the rejected You are the master, the king, the protected Engulfing flames burn your years of toil Making sure everyone is under the soil Blue lips speak no evil, so no survivors means no questions Your inco