Number 6: Outsiders Are Sacrificed for Group Solidarity (Explicit)

They call me sixbut I'm one of oneA real one, with real heart

surrounded by facsimiles

of someone else's bloodclart

who fein personalities through hobbies and clothes

just uniforms and Soma

to pacify the proles

But I will never conform, as Huxley is my witness

when to sleep on common ground

and woke up in some village.Now they want what's in my head

and thing that they can buy me.These empty husks of silver foxes

think that they can sly me!

One eight seven on an undercover agent

it's time to ** the jailers out

and find the ones that pay them.

The path to make it out of here

has danger on the pavement

By hook or crook

or rook or knight

i'll find the king and slay him!

Truthfully I'm disappointed by the volks adjacent.

You're meant to be the sharpest minds

but I find you complacent

You hide the parts that made u neeks

You're rebels quashed by favour

You sold your soul for Disney land

This plastic echo chamber

I ruminate and why I'm here,

re-plot emancipation

And realise maybe I'm to blame

find guilt that's lying Latent

I knew who I was dealing with

I placed myself amongst them

I took the devils hand and swayed

I helped him plan the function

Life's Ls and Ws circle round my mind

The past Informs the future in this donut we call time.

Ouroboros teases,

says my actions are not mine.

that Me, myself and I and I's

an archetype design.

One eight seven on an undercover agent

I peek behind the curtain

see a shadow so I chase him

Stalking through the annuls

and the canals of this basement

He leads me to a cul-di-sac.

I smirk.

This ****er's caged in.

I step into the darkness

yeah, approach this duppy

raised chin.

But all I find's reflection

looking back at me with crazed grin

Dissonance.

I hesitate, then ball my fists and lay in.

By hook or crook

or rook or knight

I'll find the king and slay him!