i ve got this i ve got this i ve got this i m slowly roasting under the solar rays been stuck in this hole for days what virtuoso made the oh so great proposal of drones with blades hey don t separate my nose and face my looks will go to waste i was low a moment ago but pain s a way to motivate i don t suppose they ll float away so i ll make a new way to negotiate i turn over the page with no delay i m my own protege i m a dark soul with two hard shoulders known as the motorway so don t you dare overtake or you ll need a new coat of paint severing extremities is a clever method we use to lose a load of weight your tech s like your culture free for me to go and appropriate those flows provoke debate blowing up at an explosive rate so debased i won t associate with you you re overrated i d prefer to go on a date with a moldy plate of roast potatoes craving so voracious i could float in space and won t be weightless how the heck did i get so big sticking tech to my exo rig but it s never sufficient i m already getting ready for the next growth so let s go dig never mind the gods and their schemes we are the cogs in their machine the wildest fighting dogs you ve ever seen blood petrol metal sweat and dreams adapt to stress disaster like a committed method actor no happy ever after a vicious metal raptor with the extra x factor collecting tech scrap for the aptitudes i have to yet master get faster test you ll get your neck snapped so it s messed up like it s glen baxter s sketchpad that s drenched in alphabet pasta sepp blatter deceptive bastard fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc a tragic ending s pending when you re a drunk trying to enter traffic shrapnel spins severed limbs liquidating everything from megaliths to insignificant details we see the devil in we go to the creo party dismantle the demonarchy don t start when you can t complete or your arteries will receive no heartbeat  never mind the gods and their schemes we are the cogs in their machine the wildest fighting dogs you ve ever seen blood petrol metal sweat and dreams i ve got this someone call a doctor i ve got this doctor i ve got this urge but i m lost for words feel like i m on the verge of popping off do not disturb call off the search i ve lost my nerve giving you just desserts i m kicking you off of the kerb my golly gosh that must have hurt never mind the gods and their schemes we are the cogs in their machine the wildest fighting dogs you ve ever seen blood petrol metal sweat and dreams