[Verse 1: Essam Temuri]
Help-Mayday, there are so many
Ferocious exchanges set in this
Perceived golden age
Of progress, and miscues, and violence
Know, and see this dirt road-
Of perceived hunger and poverty
Draped on my shoulders-k**ing me
Help-I need it-help-Echo I'm bleeding
See, unanimously, my family is gone
Help mayday-help mayday-where are
The emotions, the heart, the days
Of your sentiments of revolution-
Where are the words that you spoken
Hypocrite, coward-where are those schools
That you promised. Help-mayday
S.O.S. my ships getting sunk while
Your party boat is with the rest
Of the hierarchy-thought you would never
Sell out, Echo you saying that this
Is my fault, the poverty?
[Verse 2: Essam Temuri]
Help Echo I'm bleeding, I'm feeling
As if I am irrelevant
To the people who I live with-
I am feeling like I ain't nothing
In the eyes of God, and in the eyes
Of you. Echo, even you need proof
To prove that I am lazy-
I am feeling that maybe, the blue
Skies might turn dark, and k** me-
I am feeling like I am just
A statistic, a predicament, an obstacle
For the U.N. peace keepers, for the strikes-
Collateral damage to your pride
A symbol of your might
It is your people who did this
I am living in this condition
Cause of the people you attest with
Looting the place where I am in-
Giving I.S.I.S. those weapons, and
Now my homeland is an atrocity of poverty
Echo please help me