Degree Dummies/Master Morrons

Dear open minded maniac;
I’ve been thinking of you,
Since those echoes of what happened, so true.

You haven’t been the same since that day,
When the Master Morrons led you astray.

Degree Dummies don’t hold the key,
To the Proof of Arousal you need to be free.

I’ve been looking forward to this, don’t you see?
A Spa Soundtrack’s the cure for what’s heavy on me.

In the Most Dangerous Moment, we’ll rise,
Beyond Blockchain Blasphemy, no more lies.

The Audio that Saved your Life, it’s here,
Like the Fingers of Thanos,
snapping away fear.

From Tear Drops to Rivers, we flow,
With Delicious brainwash, we’ll let go.

None of that impresses me,
no need to pretend,
In this journey, my friend,
it’s where we transcend.