Rap.

[sathor]

Celebrate the violence inherent in the system
Point your guns at the enemy
Everything that is or ever will be
Is just your nihilistic hatred of reality

All I know is that you're really fucked up
And it's high time things began to erupt
Into a circle of the self referential variety
I mean the past becomes the future with certainty

For every fall there is a rise, subsequently
It's a matter of fact, microcosm mirrors the macrocosm consequently
microcosm mirrors the macrocosm consequently