"What does it profit a man to gain the world but forfeit his soul?"

Serket,
Nervous
Systems
Circuits
O vay.
O-kay
O-kay
All day.

From the mother ship not just another them - ha.
Make any photo lens - pop from the drum kit - naw.
Show you what lucky is watching other men fall.
I got ****** hands every time  I write now.
But I guess everybody writes now.
You just lack the right styles
And they just sitting there hoping that life finds em.
I've been written here watching all these poems vibrate.