This is a song about "Conductors of electricity"

Top of my pile of bodies

That'll do anything that i please

Of being of always getting wired

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Of the book of your life

Then put it into sex drive

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Ha, in your loophole though

Return of the king of flow

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving