[brokenhal0]

Paint the sun as my body seeks the shade
this fire burns deep you can feel the heat for days
got me a ladder when I seen the maze
as above so below another ghost who can't see it's legs
as i breathe another demon plays a song of smog
in the deepest rain like a amazonian frog underneath a blade
Americans Took a small step while I was deep in space
Xinjiang , factory slave state-mandated poverty alleviates
a shitty wage the pity is a deity runs the city stage
and you new age kids who could careless of the fools they made
minorities are being torn away from their own jobs and family
brainwashed into systemic poverty by a dying authority
the sun im writing is dividing your artery's so your heart will be
able to handle the thought of ME the architect beyond the artistry
severely impacted labor camps running market based sodomy
13 cents a hour in a world that needs love and sovereignty
paid companies play the system per detainee
they train you from the day you speak factory slave no way unique
this space is mine under a state of mind as the ladder falls
im floating in a wayward sky able to upgrade the great design
it was perfect in the first place until terrible working conditions
rendered it's members dry stop pretending why
pick a brush and some paint up make up what you take up
a human rights crisis of a global scale
you either chose the factory or lose your tail
the trail ahead requires skills to build the dead
I painted suns on mountains some chose the hills instead
so don't be complicit of your reputational cost
Even if others are not morally motivated to be taking a loss.