If you want me, to cook your dinner,
TO spank your sister, or fix my murder,
I'll call a template, a dub plate temple,
I'll crash the system, for the example.
It's another game, a brand new target,
A system failure, you won't regret,
Time won't tell you, but will let you know,
I was passenger, underneath the oath.
It's up to you now, to face the mirror,
Ignore the mistake, to kill the error,
I ain't here to judge, I ain't here at all,
My funeral, your trial, and the general.
If you ask me, as a disorder,
To recall memories, of a distant thunder,
I won't resist long, I will wear the blame,
Bare as it sounds, without any shame.
It's another gate, a dirty bootleg,
A muted minute, a blank span of shade,
Time won't tell you, but will let you know,
I never was real, neither did I joke.
It's up to the judge, to bless the reference,
To mislead the stats, and lock the patient,
I ain't here no more, been missing before,
My funeral, your trial, you and the emperor.