praxis makes perfect (deus ex: mankind divided rap)

since the aug-incident

all the naturals have been more insolent

so bring your instruments

let's make this shindig a bit more intimate

ask icarus

the gods are sick of us

making a new rib from dust

the lord made man in his own image

and this visage isn't really how he pictured us

stars shine over the apartheid of our time

i can't lie

each side's only half right

every atom has a half-life

every adam has a dark side

damn what happened last night?

in every nation segregation is the expectation

jensen's an agent sent to center stage to change the station

man's machinations demand moderation

masses need emancipation and liberation

morality's in need of mediation

answers to what's improvement and what's mutilation

we don't need to wait for mutation

we took over from god with our body modification

is it folly to play daedelus? is it dangerous

to aim for the place where angel is?

ask icarus

the gods are sick of us

making a new rib from dust

the lord made man in his own image

and this visage isn't really how he pictured us

stars shine over the apartheid of our time

i can't lie

each side's only half right

every atom has a half-life

every adam has a dark side

damn what happened last night?

i am a bit fraxious

ramming in praxis kits 'till i react anaphylaxis

i cannot relax since coming back from the blackness

snapping your back as if i'm snapping a matchstick

i'm a black hat hacker with a fat chip

sat on my shoulder revolving the ratchet

holding a hatchet

losing hold of control 'til i'm batshit

am i a man or just a the soul in a gadget?

i sit and think when i go to the latrine: when i die am i ghost in the machine?

is there a code between a hope and a dream?

if not for the neuropozyne

i'm sober and clean

sneeking around halls and i'm peeking around corners

thinking about bringing about peace

law and order

reform the law

before there's deep disorder in the streets

'cause i don't really want to be the enforcer

but i will if i'm made to

so stay in check

ideas are contagious

they infect

so mind what you say and who it may affect

if life is a game then it's deus ex

ask icarus

the gods are sick of us

making a new rib from dust

the lord made man in his own image

and this visage isn't really how he pictured us

stars shine over the apartheid of our time

i can't lie

each side's only half right

every atom has a half-life

every adam has a dark side

damn what happened last night?