[Verse 1: Essam Temuri]
Dear society, you finally, got me
To do the unthinkable, even though it's
Not likely, for me to over the edge, I have
The pistol in my hand, aimed at the man in the
Mirror, I know God that I failed the test
To change this world, so when I'm done, send
Me to Hell, for my inaction and my indifference
Towards matters that are in my interest
Forget these complicated lyrics, that would
Go over Solomon, the fact is that no
Religion would ever want me-would ever want me
Speaking so harshly and so emotionally
Yes I am an emotional wreck, forgive me society
That my brain always to break apart logic man
My serenity is disappearing, I'm peaking over
The future, and I see nothing, but a grim reality
Dear society, you got blood on your hands
Finally
[Verse 2: Essam Temuri]
Dear society, as your spiritual outcast
I'm done with this little effort to make peace
In fact, this test that we failed miserably, is
A sick game bestowed upon us-oh, move over
And see, cultures being destroyed, some so ancient
That our own time, that It's a miracle that they
Can be seen than destroyed-oh I speak this with
Spiritual anguish, and critical language
This knot over Asia can't even be vanquished
By my own strength, I don't even know what to
Do next, perhaps, knock my reptilian brain
So all the emotions I felt, can be numb man
I'm still crying over the fact of broken refugees
Children getting beheaded, and women raped-
Move over please, and see dilemmas and contradictions
That are k**ing me