*On Being A Pariah (The Beast in Me)*
There's something inside that's simply dying to get out
It's the post-modern behomoth locked in the ghettos of a nation's capital
It is the one eyed monster haunting every AmeriKKKan tourist's vacation nightmare
It is the sand in yr sunscreen lotion
It is the static on yr cell phone
It is a native village that doesn't take major credit cards
It's subversive, it's radical, it's rebellious and I think it's inside of me
I'm not sure what it is yet
Some paracite shaped like a slimy sort of crustaceon and breathing acid like a fish
Some apocolyptic chicken scratch becoming deeply and famously obnoxious
It's getting old, annoying, amazing
It's growing more beautiful everyday
It once was a caterpillar feeding off my chest, now it's a butterfly burning out of my throat
I once was romantic, now I'm mechanic
I once was philanthropic, now I'm philosophic
I once was individualist, now I'm subversivist
I've become the enigma
I am the leprechon
I am Chiapas' Marcos
I am Little Brother
Darwin was wrong
it's not how fit you are
It's how much you don't fit in.