Motherfuckers push the button
Motherfuckers push the button that detonates the poison en masse.

Because of the implications . . .
I'm fascinated by the orchestrations of dope automations.
I'll saturate my reputation & transmute this abrasive transmission
like a self-flagellating contagion oscillating the square wav, both sublime and mutilated.
The heart of life's miracle palpitates and exultates while
I modulate the speed of fluctuations by pressing down on this pedal,
I accelarate my innoculation against this obvious contamination of the cross-examination
Process with an even-louder amplification:
My cultural appropriation of actual studied and legitimate music:
My approximation of deforestation, predation,
Thus quoth the raven who only flies between the police station
And the river basin, violating intonation via pressures and stresses.

Even though it didn't make it through the book of Revelation
Because of the limits of its bird brain, grabbed the nearest
Power drill, whirring, and inclined towards trepanation.

Liberate, hallucinate, and chasten the graven image.
Amputate the space station, titrate the chemicals and shoot vexations
And hexes at temptations to somnambulate through Caucasian asset allocations

Motherfuckers push the button
Motherfuckers push the button that detonates the poison en masse