The complex

Too many consequences of me writing lyrics, i switch reality and twist physics, defy logic and bend space to revers time, crush stars and manipulate black holes, with a single thought, the pen swings and the ink turns to acid burning the paper slow. Reach to the point that i inhale oxygen and exhale arcenic gas, be around my breathing space and you'll collapse, fuck it, im just a walking breathing atom bomb with the power to control matter and split molecules into nothing less than single cell particles. Walking on water is too simple, youre a god when you can walk on molten lava and avoid burns and poison gas.