I apologize, Mother Egypt.
I apologize, SEGA.
I can't stop revealing secrets.
I can't hide anything!
In 2012, I tried to thwart the supposed "worship"... really if ANYONE, by subconsciously revealing worship-level secrets.
Like who's running what.
And what food really is.
And how men really are.
It entertained, but now it's weighing heavy on my conscious.
I didn't make a dime off the secrets I shared.
Now, Nicki is dating Meek (because of me).
Beyoncé has proven to be harder than me.
I have proven to be a chicken shit (couldn't kill for the throne).
And ... man, everything is just BAD.
I want to keep secrets.
I already let Atari down by revealing they even exist.
All I'm left with is SEGA.
Where am I to go now?
I feel like making music all day again, but ...no one will understand.
And after I say things, I tend to forget what I was talking about.
I sincerely hope it's not age.
I am 128.000,000,000,029 years old.
And I don't look a day over 25.
I shouldn't have even revealed my age!
I'm fucking up...
How do vampires keep a secret?
~follow the buzzards~