brain access denied

please, please let me know why I can’t find the lyrics and get any word? oh, oh, is there anybody in there? do you hear me? o oh! what did you say?

I’m ticking around the clicks of the mouse and nothing happens, but when I have a good thought, there, something, appears to be blacklisted.

blacklisting all over those songs, and what have we found? the same blackout.

why? why this and here? do I write what I should not? come on dear boy, tell who dared? welcome you cheat, who have you been? you’re nearly a hype, you’re nearly a hype power but it’s really a joke.

there is no blackout for me, really! matter of fact it’s all blackout. the blacklist is in our heads: blackout is our crimes, killing our thought not reaching our life’s. the blackout is in our thought: we understand a thing without we to move off our life’s!