Isolated Stare - Dälek, The Young Gods

I felt that isolated stare from a million pairs of eyes

Burnt this feeling into retina used as rhythmic device

Devise an I’ll supply unrefined imagery

Can express captured hatred quite vividly

Won’t resort to use of single simile

Actions simply savage to a god’s symmetry

You lack civility

Descend from men of caves

While we gave the gift of cities

My people’s architects

Your actions parasitic

When it comes to artforms get it straight son we live it

If this was '85 I’d be telling you y’all bit it

I’ll play eternal cynic

The tongues I speak intrinsic

Linguistics lodged in larynx made the words you spit transparent

Tales known to Two divided lives collide at Varick

Reformed in form of lyrics

A page of hieroglyphics

Marks mathematics of a people’s true existence

When force exceeds resistance

It’s our core that loses vision

Restored glory just to be reduced to rubble

Dismantled culture’s last gasp is never subtle

Common psyche troubled

Infants drown in puddles

Shallow answers sabotage attempts at weak rebuttal

You’d miss my essence even if you wrote this verse verbatim

Deranged sense of rhythm gives this griot endless patience

Obtained ancient manuscript said to hold salvation

It read «your quest for fairy tales will lead to more frustration.»

Formulated thoughts now condensed to pure equation

Arithmetic of breath coincides with vicious nature