We roam on the outskirts of a world that's a broken home,
From a kingdom honed to hope, to these cliques of killer drones,
radioactive isotopes leavin' us just skin and bones,
Owing our souls, and we're diggin' ourselves the holes.

With trigonomic precision we're hollered into this prison,
This cult man is bringin', never figuring faults we finger.
We create a vault for vision that halts the givin',
Stalls the wisdom, stops the driven .. and we still call this livin'?

It was never a conditionless human existence,
In this state that we live in just as races of misfits,
Some of us pray and elate with a vision,
Others shapeshiftin’, just wearin a face to fit in.

We make the best of our fates, this life is a witness,
To the fights on the face of this planet that’s driftin.
Tunnel vision puts us all under this numbers decision;
The more money we’re liftin, the more love that we’re given.

But I’m hungry for wisdom, not the power that’s driven us down,
Crawlin’ with hounds, pillagin’, willing to bring us to ground,
I’m willin’ to drown rather than givin’ me out,
To the killers and clowns that give us the horrors we’ve found.

This blood is thick, and I’m hemorrhaging freely,
Compassion doesn't leave me for an Earth that is bleeding.
I’d rather blind myself of this conscious disdain,
And turn my thoughts to this hometown world that’s covered in pain.

I've seen mothers refrain from her lover hit her again,
I've seen daughters molded into raucous coldness and pain,
I've seen brothers bite the bullet, spiting the woman he loved,
And fathers begrudged - only ever speaking to judge.

I've seen times where I cried astute to the desolation,
The voices of Elysium calling me back to elation.
Shangri-La, Utopia, heaven, we're under,
Zion is attainable, but is the present the juncture?

I'm tried of the cries of the billions of souls,
Tortured with demons in robes and punctured with holes,
Lumped in with statistics and roped into prisons,
They see the horizons, but are blind to this vision.

And sometimes I’m known to fly roaming into turbulent moments,
Breaking an onus, owing this soul as a forfeit,
I’m immersed with the moments when it’s hope I’m alone with:
Hate enslaves minds in idleness only to own it.

But a place in paradise aint applied and approved,
It's given rightly to the muses plying the life that they should.
So while we confuse piety, rules, rights and religion,
I'll be mainly unrestricted under the hypocriticism.

I’m under a mission to come to some wisdom, I take it,
I’m a mind made on this Earth, and I aint willing to break it.
So I wanna know now, every time the hate strikes,
Seventy times seven .... till the Hades comes for this life.

Cause an omission of wisdom is frightful as time is envisioned,
The hype of the mission high while the plight of life is permitted
But the chains of remission are ours for our liftin’,
As time is a witness to the mind ‘s evolving condition.

It’s highly explicit what lies I permitted,
Time is my witness in decisions I live with,
Fakin’ was business and I rightfully missed that,
I’m Tied in a trial with the mindful heights of this spirit.

If there once was a prison well I hope that we rid it,
For limitless wisdom through the ages that fits with,
Fullness in reprise that the blindness resisted,
Like ‘Reshape us in this life so we fit like the bricks did!’,

Wishful to be true, in fighting we lose,
In the night with these spikes of lightning striking the good,
Trifling broods, well they try to spite us with hue,
Designing their moves so BOOM hit us right when we’re blue.

But It’s alright I’m confused cause I’m the type to be moved,
All will be right come the might of enlightening truth,
So while I’m amused with little life as my muse,
I try to refute what is bent to try to refuse.

With benefits due for my kind and my cruel,
The point of diffuse is the death in this life that I’m due,
The illusions rule so they’re happy masked up as fools,
Half of these dudes with haphazard rules.

But Ima be cleaner than snow and humbler than grass that grows,
Fumbling past the thorns that havoc just has to sew,
Cause these blasts of our pasts will come fast and persist,
When the mind comes to admit all of the damage it missed.