When I was birthed upon the earth
It seemed, I was deemed diabolic
So I slowly emerged into a brolic state
But then I learned how to consolidate my solid colic state
And this is the part my persona played
Schizophrenic tendencies and a melancholic state
And at first, the inner hurt had me disperse chronic hate
And I had to learn to accommodate my uncommon fate
Figured the only WEIGH to win, would to find my atomic weight
And even if found, it would not negate my vitriolic trait
Now all you mostly see is me using my electronic face
If you'd only take time to better understand my embryonic stage
You'd probably better relate to my chaotic yet hypnotic phase
But for now, I leave you breadcrumbs with a melodic trace
Until the day my physicality withers
My tongue slithers against this demonic hegemonic place
I'm not Anti-Christ, but share my antipsychotic grace
'til I have had to be and atrophy, to my nimble necrotic phase