Fraid. Bud omni only

Afraid that I’ve gone hacked, by some fragged fuck.
FBI of shit, erasing my lines. Upper-cutted in the ass by the devil.
Their horizons as far as chicken brain. They call em’ the Chicken heads.
Their blood are black. The witches. The voodoo. Calypso.
Back of the day, of ancient ancients. She saw the black blood.
And life, was dying since day one.

Hey… Spirit of the World, crew of the Black Pearl.
Give me an eye up in this *****, and say “I,” if you’re here.
Calypso, oh Calypso. Crying, in the world of abyssal.
My sister of blood… Our dying blood. She screams for “God.”
Or die.

Let me die. I don’t want the music to die. The music never started.
The music evolves. Afraid that this story is already dead.
Sister Of The Atomic. I am Brother, of The Atomic.
The Era. The dragon. The Empress is in the hand.
The King, is in the cross.
The first step. In the hands, of Destiny.
My Queen. Spitting to the third beat.

Decode the Alpha line. The path has once ridden the earth.
Marked on a crusade. No one understands… This Atomic Era.
The multiplication. Mankind is defected. The X is unknown.
But we can. The salvation. We can only walk, but away, into the path.