Verse 1 (Sak Maestro):
Behold the greatest hoax casting his image and likeness
A breed equipped for violence, direct lineage of Titans
Homo Sapiens smited, granted sight blinded by silence
An ominous bloodline for the wretched and mindless
The lack of knowledge is spinous, it's a condition weaved by arrogance
The synapse's just an instrument to conceptualize indifference
Innocence is influenced with insolent belligerence
Eclipsed by mental impotence, epitomizing ignorance
Ambivalence drawn to death's lucidity
Adrenaline's equivalent to inherited stupidity
Obsolete offsprings bred for basic functions
Contented within his nature of false assumptions
Irrational dysfunction, thought efficiency labeled as minimum
Equilibrium manipulated, fabricated curriculum
Anaesthesia for amnesia caused a seizure of ideas
Brains submerged in diarrhea are sustained by apatheia
Chorus:
Frauds uphold the law, now it's full of flaws and fallacy
They try to offer sanctity, pollute your thoughts with fantasy
We're causing anarchy to spread across humanity
Profanity and blasphemy, we are the Gods of Apathy
Verse 2 (Kensa):
Envious devils keep bringing us hell
Don't give a damn, we're being apathetic to the next level
Whether you're ready, you really can't meddle with or offend us
Whether written or extemporaneous, we are stupendous
You ignoramuses can't really fuck with Gods of Apathy
We're trekking the universe, destroying every star and galaxy
The two of us have reached apatheia
Paired with nihilism, all existence denied like God and qualia
'Cause our apathy's genetic, your rhetoric's heavily generic
Render frenetic enemies static and steady like psychedelics
We make the mic levitate with psychokinesis
And spit lyrics so surreal, the imagery is abiogenetic
We don't spit shit like "spark/spray the ratchets"
We're splitting your spirit to make you stargaze in blackness
Supernova influence as strong as starquakes in planets
Interstellar intellect combined with stark-raving madness
Darth Vader tactics causing heartbreaking sadness
KenSak, yin and yang, the light and dark scales are balanced
Repeat hook (2x)
Verse 3 (Kensa):
Established god status but not the typical one
Yet so honest-to-god 'cause we're not breaking the bond
Still not giving a fuck, bottom-most in the caring continuum
Crazy bozos playing "Pop Is Dead" on the radio
Ignorance kept the kitten blissful but trapped
So curiosity couldn't kill her 'cause she couldn't become a cat
Not thinking out her box, both dead and alive inside it
So we left it closed instead and now we found the silver lining
Verse 4 (Sak Maestro):
My inner killer's hiding and clinging to the reaper's scythe
Existent as a fingernail, extremophile and etherised
Feeble minds depicted as a labyrinth of catacombs
A salamander's womb cocooned in hardened pus from leper wounds
Defecate a canvas of pyroclastic stylographs
It's necromantic biomass, turn Buddhists into psychopaths
A teleplastic simulcast of a fictive second universe
Ascribed me as the judge, the jury, and the executioner
Repeat chorus
