Tiffani Travesty back with an abraca-deathblow breaking the floorboards with four chords to answer the call for blood flow I try to spread love every day that I'm on this planet but it's time to shed the gloves the way these people are scamming The path to peace is paved by punching up on the people in power Up+b uppercut destructive function flesh-munch bone-crunch devour Keep that cis bullshit out of my business it's toxic That transphobic crap runs the risk of a fist through your viscous eyesocket You'll be in 16 bits like a Super Nintendo every last breath getting weaker until the minute you end, diminuendo I'm like glow in the dark candy my rhymes are sour when i spit this killing the track without leaving behind a witness I'm dangerous like a Wii-remote with no strap on my wrist spit facts like a gat, popping clips from my lips flipping lids with sick riffs from my finger tips Feeling alive, it's never too late, fun to be had and games to play Love to be made and beasts to slay, I can't imagine any other way The trick is living it visceral, physically feeling capriciously liminal literally killing internal revision second guessing and messing with myself subliminally fashioning fire and burning ballistic, everyday life is vicious keeping it mystic is heuristic when you're autistic and can't get rid of the cryptic feeling that you'll never know life's meaning, when you're awake you're dreaming always seizing aspects that affect the way you adapt but then you entrap yourself in a prison of comparison a cycle of embarassment but the truth is in the awareness that you're not careless talking so much you wish you could share less but in all fairness I'm catastrophizing always sizing myself up and down deatomizing the lines in my frown deconstructing the world that I found and from the ground i built a new foundation face the world with elation dabbling in aberration no stranger to alienation Feeling alive it's never too late fun to be had and games to play Love to be made and beasts to slay, i can't imagine any other way Sometimes I feel like my own person independent of the thought crimes I had to unlearn not to feel worthless everyone deserves to feel love on this Earth and free from the need that the greed of the few births but we're all stressed out because we haven't transcended serfdom that's why we have racists and terfs you gotta be like the Silver Surfer to swerve them people live in fear because life is nerveracking and we're lacking in assuredness to send the fascists packing that's why I'm packing heat and trusting myself not to blow my thinking meat across the silent night streets instead i try to sleep and pray the lord my soul to keep snuggle my cat and try to unpack the future, the past and where i am at