Originally uploaded this on September 16th, 2013. Another experiment in delivery that was interesting but ultimately went nowhere. This is a cover of Rhyme Flow's System_Error, which at the time I really enjoyed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdZadwJHQso

I'm anonymous and ominous,
A non-persona of the consciousness of life
All alone and synonymous
With every honest man who's been promised
With the thought that they're not to be lost in the obvious

Bottomless pit of the populace
Sentenced to a life of monotonous strife
And autonomous like form function and realities
Twisted to a balance of working just like a cog up in the palace

And it's as bad as it sounds
The town's plagued and surrounded by shadows of copies of men in doubt
And I shout from the dark, I am a spot of light in the night time
I aim for the mark, it's the right time

Hindsight is not an option
Arson is a part of the heart's concoction
And caution tossed to the wind is awesome
Response to the cops as my conscience blossoms

I am apart from the many
I stand alone in the sea of the plenty
I am unique and deserve your attention
I cannot breathe in the walls of detention

I am a sinister sinner within the cell of a religion in the hell of the winter
And enter the dragon of my prime
I signed on to the madness when I signed off of my mind

Plug the coordinates, order my subordinates
Keep the dead heads on the floor as my ornaments
According to my sources we're aborting this mission
We'll sort it in the morning why they forced this decision

Divorced is the schism in my mind
The rhythm is the source and the vision is the sign
This isn't my design, but the prison of the liars
In time you will find I combine all the fires

Burnstorm learn from the hurt
The words swarm, turns all the verses to dirt
Assert and assimilate, hurl and humiliate
Curl into a ball while your world just disintegrates

Ingrates and infidels, infamous with intel
In a state of panic while I'm intimate within cells
Infinite with himself, call me a god's king
Calling the song of your soul like a haunting

I'm sending mixed messages, sixth senses, enigmas
And success is just blessings without stigmas
Your doubt sinks us, thinks that that links us?
My ink routs your signal like Link_Sys

So sad a sentiment, didn't mean I'm offending him
But I'm a gambling man and I'm betting that I'll be sending him
Amending these many plans intended to be benefits
In any sense, we're taking these sentences and we're ending it.