Sangtekster:
Holy Mountain The Lines Are Drawn

fuel their rotted institutions no authority given to be drawn and quartered by the horsemen of an impending, murderous apocalypse I will lay waste to the expectation of falling in line

been sent By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme You pre-millenium MC's are far behind So we off to find, the holy mic it's only right Hieroglyphics

Can't think a straight line beyond the hill It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind A thrill almost in my reach If there's a way I could