[NYCSPITZ]

Well,



I keep the peace in Centra-2, steady deforming the truth
Helped by legions of Sentrel Troops - "PLEASE CONFORM AS A GROUP"
in this bubble, the last domed city, they're docile as sheep
- but the latest person whose mind started throbbing is me.
No thoughts of retreat; you could just read the dockets and weep!
so the masses never ever connect their dots to a dream...
as CHANCELLOR OF THOUGHTS SUPREME I'm in control of the ship
so they inject NoxFloid-6 (read:may cause carnal bliss and chortling wits)
they'll never know the whole that exists so let them rest in their lies
cuz we're alllllll that's left of the bio-war. Earth is destined to die.
but...I did just meet a woman in the flow of a dream
her eyes bore into my own in loving knowing, serene
but the image is cloudlike; and since has presided as phantom -
while I bang hordes of prosti-borgs inside of my mansion
I think about the high council and its odorous lies
...how we painted the inside of our dome as a sky
cyber-tubes morph to moon or light's greatness inside
and as construction finished - became man's last place to reside.
so as I sit injecting pure NoxFloid (crystal 12) I start to laugh with my pain
as blood clouds into that tube then rushes back to my veins
wracking my brain, the pressure seeps out into willowy bliss
and my mind sharpens til all the little pieces brilliantly fit
dignity shift - all these small puppets are fidgety shits
I'm the man, GOD IN THIS SHIT and their captivity's slick
we're just aberrations of nature, just facsimiles clipped
out of consciousness - whose fabric was eventually ripped
born of pressure from nothingness, a trick of death or the hare?
life or the reaper; sight this creature who was made self-aware
born to control and climb, I simply heed to the call...
wonder without giving a fuck whether there's meaning at all
so my men calculate in high science - amidst this rubble they rush
we've got at least...eight years before we crumble to dust
but as the rush fades away I delve inside of my fears
stumbling upon a vial of Vera-Tru that I've been hiding for years
in an instant I concocted a strange plan which might be feeble to try
grit my teeth - smiled a bit and plunged the needle inside
500 milligrams of banned substance then pumped to my veins
I didn't feel euphoric glory - but the rush was insane
****SIRENS BLARED****. My droids' eyes all flashed red and poised for attack
hmmm...it seems certain high council members left this joyous old trap
dodging lasers and claws I ran upstairs, my face swelling enflamed
dispatching bots. I learned well from my hallowed neighbor HEAD BRINGER OF PAIN
I felt the wind from deadly beams flying by my temples and ears
made it to the control room! Slammed the door and stood with trembling tears.
I pushed the big red button which gave life to my Visi-Board
which connected to all the others. Necks snapped to attention as I talked to the many hordes:
"That we've been living a lie is the first fact. But there are many more..."




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