The Apex

Still bringing machines

To their knees

With the ease

Of my sentient,

Sentiment

Sensory

Gene

With the band and I

Slam-piecing

Klans

On demand

As we’re pilfering

Pussy-grab hand’s

Contrabands

And still planning

The getaway

Waste away lands

To the sands

Bring the vibes

And imbibe

The revival

Survival is our

Existential time trial

And its

Human race

We replace

With the state

Of our fuck the sys-tem

We’re immune to its hate

And then in its wake

Break

Former orders

And judge

Them to be

History,

On its pages a smudge