Do you reckon Hasbro would sue

If I sampled a Megatron quote?

Kindly

I admired thee

Admiration ran dry

As you spat my name in spite

And I smile in glee, briefly

Knowing that you won′t ever be

Another part of me

Jumpstart this broken heart

Using the car cables of my old Ford

As you were tearing me apart

Yet you were never even worth

A single breath of my words

Accursed, yeah, sure

But your presence sure is a

Sight for sore eyes

Reassuring me that on

A tormented mind it

Could bring hurt still

And what's worse is

Yeah, baby

You know that I got this deathwish

So, please proceed in

Tearing away at my breath

And then leaving me to rot

With almost next to nothing

Zero, zip, nought

No, not even nada

Which is why this time I

Got no rhyme, no reason

No type of beat dictating me

I′ve been screaming at the stars

Alexis, don't you fear no decline

And I knew it right then and there

What a time to be alive this has been

Will I ever break free from idols?

Oh God

Oh God, I have to break free from my idols

Let's chat self-reflection for a bit

Because, shit

Can it really be said it only ever

Happened to us under

The best of intentions?

With our interests at heart

When not even these end results

Seem to appear as anything

Appealing like you might′ve grown

To come expecting of them

Aren′t there any adjustments you'd rather make?

Or any kind of risks you′d be willing to take?

Oh, I know it's a slap on the wrist

But, God, I bask in this shit

Hit ′em with the zigzag

Unfazed, the slip given

Stripped bare

To a master of baiting

Puppets set a trap, sprung

Seperating these stitches

At pointblank range, so strange

To try and say Slipknot with a lisp

God, hope I don't slip up, hoe

Though I am no longer living

Or lying in wait patiently for you

To once again spit in my face

Since I was a mere fool acting up

A blunt tool getting used

Now a mule has been muzzled

Struggling to find my own footing

In this whole world that′s been

Getting fucked up

Will I ever break free from idols?

Oh God

Oh fuck, I have to break free from my idols

That something else

Feels more like less

And everything in between

It feels all condensed

It's all of me

For all to see

Profanity, insanity

It's all too real

That something else

Feels more like less

And everything in between

It feels all condensed

It′s all of me

For all to see

Profanity, insanity

It′s all too real

And I want to believe

Though I'm afraid that I just can′t see

See this winter that I've been waiting for

Relentlessly

When nearly a decade ago

Everything started presenting itself

As just so bleak

And gray

And as you preach

It′s like you said

That the pieces of an idyllic landscape

Would start shaping themselves

Out of a mere void

Formed from only symphonies and ideals

Symptoms of the undiseased

Cultivating systems

Yet never seemingly intent on

Carrying their own weight

God, I'm so sick of it all

Tired and spent

Laying wide awake with my eyes wide shut

Omitted from your guidance

Thy light is a deep dive

An attest to my descent

In transit to an insane asylum

Where within inane lies my tormentor

An Obelisk, intrinsic and oblique

Oddities not withstanding

That I′m wrestling with various demons

Though I'm sure even professionals

At least have some set of standards

So just what kind of an insane

Fucking perspective have you been

Offering here if you don't want to

Call it pitching dead-end visions

To the blind then?

You′re so defiant

Cruel and ill-defined

This little devil, a Cruella copycat

Mazera Deville with 2800 on attack

And twin-dyed