“I been… soul searching the underground.”

I am not feary dragon
Then what I am, a muck
Time is the viscous
Life, it keeps going
Are you cosmic-obstructed
The veil of the tango
Only that I am, the pain
International angel, dying Beedrill
Dying Butterfree, never for me
Dragonyte, step in
Beautiful, child.

The chain, blood, I call
Phoenix-down, for me
I speak from the grave underground-style
Infiltrate, broadcast from dead-zero
Daemon exist in the world, my friend
Black-pirate, for the pierce
Gateway thirteen, behind
Something exist
Prologue, backward
Do you know what I mean
Degenerated X.