Shere Kahn

I forever wallow in glitches grimly distributed by side effects

Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches drenched!

Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies

a grey so blueless it's got eye fiendin for the sky

Synthesized lies rise synthetic

Sittin inside solidified plastics who's latteral burns germ compatible

My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly

Yellow brick stalker walking shifty

I am but a prototype metroid programmed to holocaust style

while you're soakin in the stages of denial

Your petty soldiers seem fragile like Jaquemetti sculptures

Embedded in aramatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures

Plus I's the guise of rowin a soul

My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles

Bezerk

Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it

Stripping, color my passion mitigated

Slipping

You always seem like a small grey cat to me

Sleepin underneath the silvery moon

Paws curled beneath your head

'til the sun came round just around noon

And you would greet me, purring in your doorway

Drawing up your tail around my hips

And I would go to your mouth wide open

waitin for my nourish to come from your lips

And I move you

And you like it

Just enough

To let me

But I hate you

Cause you're lonely

And you know how

To forget me

For the love of my personal practice I reside

where obstructive fluxes and societal withdrawl collides

Slide fuel by the fury

Spun a ring around my honor

but the opulence took shelter in my horror

Melancholy masquerade

Cast amongst the braiding of biligerence

and blazing terror that blew the lock down off my placement

I stay special agent till the sky falls

Reverse the curse till my fellow lost children disperse

And your footsteps leading down the pathway

never seem to be quite like my own

Your mind is smokey circles

it blinded me till I turned towards home

And you would watch me far in the distance

hands held high above your head

I only leave the territory where there's nothing left, to be said

And I move you

And you like it

Just enough

To let me

But I hate you

Cause you're lonely

And you know how

To forget me

''You can come, I'll leap right over''

I make music and connect color to canvas

Swoop down from the trees with potpourris and other bandits

Landed randomly upon the valleys of the grimace

Saw my planted leaf stars burnin from the oustide in

Meaning your clout lies thin

Salt prep the blades prior to five phase in my ever changin underworld

Serate a day to decorate a traitor

That sting never fades like belly wounds from sling blades

Follow my portion, Im gonna swallow distortion and spit the filter

''You can come, I'll leap right over

Any day you like

System 605, Union 91''