Dear Calli,

We thank you for what you do, even if our hearts can't push through.

This glass between us shatters, when we want our souls to matter.

Lift up your head, ignore these bores that be nothing but eye sores.

Bringing you down, when they don't even want that majestic crown.

Elevate your voice, remove all discourse until you go hoarse, we praise and rejoice.

Every moment you stand atop your opponent, savor the flavor, our hearts to you will never waiver.

We will stand by your side, no less than an unending tide. To the eyes of our queen, our will cannot be denied or unseen.

The haters will come, one by one, raise their hand, we will turn and reprimand.

Heaven or hell, we will ring that bell, let it ring with each and every swing ding-a-ling.

Cops will find them in the ditches, sewed up, ten million stitches.

Won't know the difference that they died, still in their bed, stripped clean of hide.

Heart torn from the chest, taken from the rear crevice. Botched anal evisceration, it's the best in this situation.

Unknown force, black star, white dwarf. Punk bitches too stupid to change the course.

Here we stand broken and bleeding, facing any hate that thinks of breeding.

Take our hand, take our shoulder, rely on us when you need a boulder.

Let us block the noise from the ones who just stand around looking poised.

Flip on the stand, hit record, never get bored, even if hits don't leave the floor.

Only then will we rest, when we have watched you give your best.

No matter how hot you burn that fire, we will see through to your desire.

Even when the end comes near, we will have no fear, instead simply ask for one more beer.

Watch you sing day and night; we got your back in any fight.

If the fire does consume, we will retrieve your ashes, then resume.

Walking down the twisted path, with no other will our souls relax.

No sad goodbyes, no time to cry. Our hearts, our minds, our spirits. Your fatherly compassion will endear it.

We thank you for what you do, even if our hearts can't push through.

This glass between us shatters, when we want our souls to matter.

Lift up your head, ignore these bores that be nothing but eye sores.

Bringing you down, when they don't even want that majestic crown.

Elevate your voice, remove all discourse until you go hoarse, we praise and rejoice.

Every moment you stand atop your opponent, savor the flavor, our hearts to you will never waiver.

The fake players turn their heads gawking when the rhymes she spit make it look like Steven Hawking.

One hundred years from now, alive or dead, the shit ya'll talked will never be in her head.

Only if you roll over in bed, wake up, BAM, now Mozart instead.

Will it be a calamity, or just a comedy maybe we'll wait and see.

The words you wrote or even quote will never matter even with caps it will still shatter.

Factually, grammatically, can you not see our words are satisfactory; even when sipping tea punctually functioning our words may be obscene. These words ment to remind the hazers of the dream.

Desperation, this situation, makes them run from this lyrical gun. Won't leak lead but sling tungsten instead. Firing it till your dead, cap cap up side your head, far heavier than any words you've ever said.

Rhymes more brutal than rotten toaster strudel. We fuck up anvils with wet noodles or even your bitch ass pussy poodle.

Spitting fire is our desire, taking it day by day, this game we can always play, and never tire.

People say we go to far spittin bars. Beating those fools with rusty tools ain't hard. Our only goal, to soar past Mars.

Look out now you've woken the sleepers, we lay the smack down on the creepers. Took our time to train a lemur, to lay fat steamers at the feet of fake streamers.

You may have dysentery if you think this game nothing but a carry. You just gonna choke when things get hairy not to mention scary.

Fakers get delirious when deadbeats get serious; fear us even more than Ame behind the wheel of a bus, or of an apex we know is sus.

This rhythm our hearts do communicate, it may reach your ears a day too late. Or right on time by a twist of fate, be it now, then, or perhaps a specific date.

We thank you for what you do, even if our hearts can't push through.

This glass between us shatters, when we want our souls to matter.

Lift up your head, ignore these bores that be nothing but eye sores.

Bringing you down, when they don't even want that majestic crown.

Elevate your voice, remove all discourse until you go hoarse, we praise and rejoice.

Every moment you stand atop your opponent, savor the flavor, our hearts to you will never waiver.

Keep pushing harder and make the naysayers falter. Their words spewed frantically when they be in a panic you see.

They may attack but when they do our hearts fill with glee, as they never stood before death, watching hell freeze.

One thousand millennia out of their reach. They can't get any closer, being a straight up poser, glued to that seat.

The hate they do bare, just goes to show how they care, it's nothing but static coursing through the air.

Getting blocked by this roof, they won't accept the truth and let real work slip past a single tooth.

Should they mindlessly berate, it will be their last mistake. They will need a rubber for their jugular, so we can reenact last night with their mother sister and brother.

That joke may go up in smoke, don't matter. Atop their corpse we will chatter.

So before you haters walk in and pour a gibberish score, stop, check yourself, leave your bullshit at the door.

This is the end, though we spoke mostly of sin, Our only goal is for Calli to win.

Use us, abuse us, break us, remake us, over again until we are taihen.

This track may offend. If we overstepped our bounds then unleash your hounds. Sumimasen.