Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Otep. Smash the Control Machine. Run for Cover.

You have 7 more seconds to decipher your life
Before my tongue becomes a blade and your brain gets sliced
I warned you before, I'm addicted to war
I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born

Incite and ignite, cried my muse
Elevating IQ's as I enter the room
It's elemental, defying gravity
With these lyrical miracles and street philosophies

It's the chosen child destroying idols like I'm Gideon
Manipulating matter, transfer data like a Pentium processor
Throw these rocks atcha
I be the queen weaving dreams with supreme lectures

Infect ya, lyrically dissect ya
I got control of your soul so no gods can protect ya
I betcha, we can set ya free, best believe
That this tribe of mystery was born and bred to conceive

Brilliant galaxies of mind expanding poetry
Enemies know it's me, armed with mental weaponry
Ain't no testing me, the tribe comes prepared to live
You're just a drone to the hive, ain't no way you'll survive

Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy

Run for cover, run for cover
No one gets out alive
Run for cover, run for cover
No one gets out alive

Ripped at the seams I destroy galaxies
Word becomes flesh, I bring nations to its knees
So feel the blast as this broadcasts out
Any doubt that real rhymes last

It's the voice of the apocalypse, the god of war
With Osiris' esophagus, an omnivore
Take you higher than the Krishna consciousness
From Gotham to Metropolis, the lesser gods eradicate the obvious

We fight for all of us so get off the ground
Weapon systems armed, it's about to go down
It's for the crown

Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy

Run for cover, run for cover
No one gets out alive
Run for cover, run for cover
No one gets out alive

Craven, there will be blood on my fists, on your face
On the ground around us, this is pain, have a taste
I'm addicted to the rush of bruises and bloodstains
Dark God in my veins, I will hate it all away, no, nothing will remain

The enemy is me
You weak, ineffectual plebe
Even Jesus worships me, I bow down to none
Your little light is like a candle, trying to outshine the sun

Run for cover, run for cover, run for cover
No one gets out alive

Inside my mind where heaven and hell collide
You won't survive
Suck and swallow your pride, suck and swallow your pride
No one gets out alive

The enemy is me, the enemy is me