Yesterday Don't mean . . .

The mirror sees through
A demon subdued
Twas time 4 rest
Couldn't do my best

Had a migraine yesterday
And couldn't stop the purge
Crying out to God
Couldn't stop the urge

Tombs of ancients
Laid the curse
As these weapons are dispersed

Not made of steel
But made of circuits
Made to rape you of your purpose - Insurgents