TOPICAL TOURNAMENT RD 2: Mind Fuck (winner) vs Sean Cron(Loser) 3-0KO

[Sean Cron]

Yo, now this worlds that FAILS-AT-CORRECTION, bout to learn a FATAL LESSON
this will be a TALE-OF-CONNECTIONS, to shock all y’all, fall PALE-IN-COMPLEXION,
Yo, here’s one to make us all wish we could LIVE AGAIN, Life is an ugly thing when it gets you to be GIVING IN, the feelings get darker til we living like OBSIDEAN, just a common tale of beauty gone to OBLIVION.

Coming from the point where you can’t reach DEEP NO MORE, Even in your own house, you gotta CREEP THROUGH DOORS. The bad feelings are arising, from through the dull horizons, Getting further from the purpose, a murdered soul is the worst mess, Remnants on the ground, compound into feeling, its all so worthless.

Shes wrapped in WAX, but has an even softer SIDE
Stuck lacking in FACTS, with nowhere to run and HIDE
A crack in the BACK cus her pain can’t stay INSIDE
Emotions, fears, thoughts, their all getting well WORKED,
Believing every word we tell her, has left her curled, HURT,
In words, she’s going inwards, reverting like a FETUS,
Repression to depression, now who the fuck NEEDS THIS
Getting frustrated, and she hates it, feels like she’s being USED
Can’t take it, but she makes it, past seasons of bad NEWS.
I can't be believing it's TRUE, that mother natue is THROUGH

the world keeps COLLAPSING, no use in ASKING for a WAY OUT
can feel it, yeah I’m GRASPING, all thats in that SCENE, no PAYOUT
no profit, lost thoughts get, further away, it’s murder today, conspiracy tomorrow
I hurdle away, leaping past the sorrow of CORRUPTION, and human made DESTRUCTION, but I'm feeling FUCKED SINCE, we are all getting SUCKED IN
What are we but fucking ANIMALS, most egotistical, yeah, I just can’t STAND-EM-ALL, reproduce to the WORLD DIES, humans are a TWIRLED RIDE, stress and money is ALL-I-SEE, fuck the TECHNOLOGY, you can’t STEP-TO-ALL-OF-THESE, creatures, we’re FEATURES, but not BIG PICTURES, I spit SICK WORDS, to KICK NERDS, glasses OFF, status COUGH, CHANGE, plains, strains of DNA, the SAME GAME we been PLAYING all these YEARS, and the end of PAIN is almost HERE, quests for SOLUTION, more or less thought POLLUTION.

[Sean Cron]

Yo, now this worlds that FAILS-AT-CORRECTION, bout to learn a FATAL LESSON
this will be a TALE-OF-CONNECTIONS, to shock all y’all, fall PALE-IN-COMPLEXION,
Yo, here’s one to make us all wish we could LIVE AGAIN, Life is an ugly thing when it gets you to be GIVING IN, the feelings get darker til we living like OBSIDEAN, just a common tale of beauty gone to OBLIVION.

Coming from the point where you can’t reach DEEP NO MORE, Even in your own house, you gotta CREEP THROUGH DOORS. The bad feelings are arising, from through the dull horizons, Getting further from the purpose, a murdered soul is the worst mess, Remnants on the ground, compound into feeling, its all so worthless.

Shes wrapped in WAX, but has an even softer SIDE
Stuck lacking in FACTS, with nowhere to run and HIDE
A crack in the BACK cus her pain can’t stay INSIDE
Emotions, fears, thoughts, their all getting well WORKED,
Believing every word we tell her, has left her curled, HURT,
In words, she’s going inwards, reverting like a FETUS,
Repression to depression, now who the fuck NEEDS THIS
Getting frustrated, and she hates it, feels like she’s being USED
Can’t take it, but she makes it, past seasons of bad NEWS.
I can't be believing it's TRUE, that mother natue is THROUGH

the world keeps COLLAPSING, no use in ASKING for a WAY OUT
can feel it, yeah I’m GRASPING, all thats in that SCENE, no PAYOUT
no profit, lost thoughts get, further away, it’s murder today, conspiracy tomorrow
I hurdle away, leaping past the sorrow of CORRUPTION, and human made DESTRUCTION, but I'm feeling FUCKED SINCE, we are all getting SUCKED IN
What are we but fucking ANIMALS, most egotistical, yeah, I just can’t STAND-EM-ALL, reproduce to the WORLD DIES, humans are a TWIRLED RIDE, stress and money is ALL-I-SEE, fuck the TECHNOLOGY, you can’t STEP-TO-ALL-OF-THESE, creatures, we’re FEATURES, but not BIG PICTURES, I spit SICK WORDS, to KICK NERDS, glasses OFF, status COUGH, CHANGE, plains, strains of DNA, the SAME GAME we been PLAYING all these YEARS, and the end of PAIN is almost HERE, quests for SOLUTION, more or less thought POLLUTION.