Verse 1:
The past is far gone
Stolen with charm, spinning a yarn
Arms write upon innocent bystanders lie upon
Die upon never differing right from wrong
Night from dawn
A firebomb from leviathan
Feel the quiet calm and the violent storm
Can't fight em all
Paragon what you stare upon
Leave em buried in the lawn while you mourn
Clutching a sterile god and a sword
End up in the morgue it's life's course
This world of ours remains scarred
See the future in stars
Tear it into shards
Torn apart, born without a heart
From the start scorned
Since you were formed forlorn Never warned
Addicted to the d** and the p**n
Verse 2:
Another overworked underpaid
Slave to the minimum wage
Forced to pray for a way to escape the factory cage
Betrayed by the same portrayed as
Elitists here to lead us through the maze
With a finger on the trigger and a hand on the blade
We're taught to never stray from the path they create
So we march in the parade from the cradle to the grave
Cause a 9 to 5 is fatal when you're forced to obey
A 9 to 5 is fatal when you're forced to relate
To a lifestyle you'll never understand or taste
Fed a spoonful of sugar in a roomful of hate
Told to stay in your place and be content with an empty plate
Revolution poetry
How its supposed to be
The fists pumping so you know its me
See the clips dumping so close to me
See the ghost of me
Before the bullsh** has broken me
Verse 3:
I am the sky and the moon, the monsoon
The platoon that marched for a year towards doom
The oil tycoon that consumes at high noon
The typhoon that moves from the womb to the tomb
The smoke, the high, the cloaked disguise
The open eye that stays blind when the hope divides
I wrote this line to cope with why the locusts rise
Frozen in oceans, toast the moment you've chosen to die
The bullet straight to the chest till it collapsed
The last breath, a torture victim wishing for a fast d**h
Don't catch a bad rep blame it on a masked threat
Zazen an a**a**in with a stacked deck
f** a nasdaq cat
Gimme the cash and debt
Matter is fact shatter the past and pa** the meth
Shadow the wrath ready to blast a marionette
Bury the catch in the back strike a match and jet
Or fall with love all of the above
The flood the cuts the blood the lust the was
The dust the mud the puff the drug The crutch the buzz
Wonder why a motherf**er never could trust the fuzz