[Verse 1: Atarungi]
Connections are made, they advance & retreat depleting my seconds to none...
This anxious joy that sheds heartache to plunder i'm wondering where the decencies gone...
These traveling togas rove over & over the worlds ov culture & language...
Catch a breeze ov a soul that hasn't been ravaged by reasons unknown the damage is clear
An available ear that tears threw motion in silence enraptured by none...
A disbanded circle ov champions requesting the many to listen to what they may say...
Exploration ov truth the earth so tell me just how do you measure your worth...
A question by which i propose to myself for the wealth ov the all i recall my proficiency...
Amplifying your every attempt to aspire a move from pretender...
A courageous becoming contagious affirming what's now been achieved...
Make a shift from mischief yet my silence still shatters a senseless perspective...
Persevere to seek truth an unshakable focus maintain your connection...
Some imagine, a fortune resides inside self satisfaction...
The pa**ing ov guard to a guardian over rides a fickle mentality...
Seeking not for award nor marauding a slaughter...
I forecast my next move for a smoother transition position alliance...
A vision ov splendour surrender rejoice in arriving...