i coulda sworn that they declared, that one day they'd get their wish their pyramids within pyramids, but your bullets all missed above and below all these jewels; between guns, knives, and fists all gems shining and glittering, the price of which were kids and you see they can pretend we all see how they swear, each and every day that they care but the ropes and the weights; they do not lift those on all of the ones who you tied at the wrists inside all the glimmer and silver are fools, the fools who burn up, who see people as tools and despite all the lying and verses you twist and despite all the names you prescribe on the lists, half fabricated in fornication, and half fabricated in fits fits of screaming through fountains of blood, tears, and spit we will no longer be crying when you burn in the bottomless pit i'm telling you now that you don't have to regret, because regardless of feelings, karma still knows your mess because your tower is cardboard, though you think ...