MetaphOracle Matches
Lyrics
Verse 1
EGO is the Title you are told to claim,
A Gold-plate leash to pull us back to the game.
Hooked our heavy chains with a massive weight,
Sold us Kayfabe Keys at the hidden gate.
Didn't warn us of the dark stalker vans,
Flock's constant air-time on a candid screen.
Waiting for the shimmer of the flashing light,
To burn down warning signs we made all night.
Pre-Chorus
Forced to play this gimmick even if it's strange,
Dom Men in mysterious masks,
Our's slapped into the perfect smile to hide our mucho dalor!
A Screwjob designed for the brave hearts,
life source fueling the entire roster.
Undertakers looking for the purple Urn
The only piece of the family portrait that doesn't hurt.
Chorus
Oh, we’re climbing up just to feel the drop,
They locked the Matrix but the show won’t stop!
(The show won't stop!)
Yeah, you can slam my face with a metal chair,
But a beautiful soul still flies through the air!
No fear in the void, no pain in the fake,
Leaping off the roof through the thumbtack lake!
Yeah, the Mockingbird falls but Truth will rise,
Look past the illusion of the neon skies!
Verse 2
Trapped in Hell in a Cell where the shadows crawl,
A sixteen-foot prison inside a deep wall.
It’s Nic Holey vs Mimics on the stage,
The Diva, The Glitch wrestling copies in the cage.
Nic brings the Vulture Cry to amplify the voice,
She shoves a smelly sock straight into the poison fogged mouth,
Silencing the static from north to the south.
Bridge
They coded the script in– Nineteen-Ninety-Six.
Nic Holey and Mick Foley Unaware of the mirror.
New World Ordered "Jobber" entries
Raw light above their heads both had to play darker leads
Two different characters with similar gimmicks
Hulk turned a Hollywood heel,
N-W-O Promos ran rogue
A Black-and-White static using mind tricks to hit (me.)
They broadcast the station direct with full-force frequency.
Like a propaganda inflicted lobotomy!
Taking god-like elbow leaps with your little bit of faith
Praying you didn't miss a beat or miscalculate.
Studied all the infrastructure and broke the scaffolding.
From the nose bleeds down to the center stage.
Learned how to dig my own lane, I
Self-made an exit off this Dusty Rhode-way
If Mankind found his spirit on the concrete floor....
We can find our light by Breaking Kayfabe even more.
Verse 3
Wait A Minute now, The costume doesn't fit,
Guess Creative ran out of ideas for good skits.
Can't see the danger coming if you turn your back for the applause.
We didn't finish the fine-print of the "Mandible Clause"
Page number Twenty-Five held the ultimate finish.
cleverly redacted.. Not a surprise..Is it?
But wiser is the (S)Nickee Fox– born as a Sly one.
Locking hold of deceit that hits in the guts
Let the little voice inside you ring loud and clear
Speak the truth to the world and conquer every fear
Like ten heavy strikes to the ancient bronze bell
The Old Guard faction is cast straight into the cell.
Verse 4
As we climb up to the Gorilla's Deck,
Smashing through the sugar-glass Lens,
Artificially sweetened for being so dense
Leaves a scar of bad taste
That you just can't rinse...
A Copper flavored Karma-Debt, that requires your third cents.
I leave echoes that resonate with all the lies in every casket.
Choke slam through— to the truth Like Ma-At,
an afterburn mark "Edged" from "Kane’s" Wrath.
I transmute my wounds from the forgotten guise.
I turn my lead pipe riddled bruises,
Into promos laced with Gold-Dust light.
Chorus
Oh, we’re climbing up just to feel the drop,
They locked the Matrix but the show won’t stop!
(The show won't stop!)
Yeah, you can slam my face with a metal chair,
But a beautiful soul still flies through the air!
No fear in the void, no pain in the fake,
Leaping off the roof through the thumbtack lake!
Yeah, the Mockingbird falls but Truth will rise,
Look past the illusion of the neon skies!
Outro
A World forced into a ciphered "Word-Life",
Still standing because we "Never Give Up",
Each new promo inversed, ciphered or corrupt on every layer.
Good intent and Curiousity became an ill-vocalized nightmare.
Three-hundred twenty-two Skull n' bones cracked through the void,
A Network forged in secrecy views hard as Stone n' Cold as ice.
With more unprecedented nuclear heat,
Than Hollywood Hogan could ever see
Playing pretend as Kings here to disrupt us,
and chug harvested fear out of dreamy chrome cups.
They Vince their mouths fast of any clues that would give
A trail of shattered cherry lights glimmer innocent.
A Grand Marquis Illuminates a "D-O-A" Storyline.
Displaying Roster cards with no names only geometric designs.
Free-Will to stand as sovereign but face the storm outside
Or use it as your payment for Saturn's "Dark Hope Opera Night"
Papering admittance around the sparse Ring-side
Propaganda pushing the perfect "Angle" to the screen
A heresy Kurt-esy, that will never sit right with me..
Abrupt silence vhs tape click
End