Intro by Young Drastic Lyrics

What to expect
From rejects
When masses are just too deaf
Opinions are so useless
I paint art with no brush
Inspired when rush like august
To master soundtracks
For playbacks, in cranium
Beats harder than titanium
Sometimes I feel the pressure
I’m trying to ignore it
Lies make me feel important
Illusions are so gorgeous
But too busy carving tablets
Pieces of this madness
To listen to these _______?
This prophecy's from me
Will keep me past death
I’ll never take my last breathe
So why stress?