[Produced By McCallaman]
[Verse 1]
The human condition
Is doomed and this friction
And most have no room in their kitchen
We're rude and we feud with this living
At limit
With few
Which have given
Their all as directed
Even elected....they sin
And they fall I'm appalled and rejected
We've calling on them
To be taller than men
When their intolerance
For what is meant to be right
Has left no gentle in sight
And this lack of intelligence might
Be the end of our life
If the enemy's strife leads them
To seek flight with revenge
I wish they would fight with a pen
Like this writer that's been
Egregious and friend
A genius who's bent
On making a dent
And fueled by lament
For the violent sent
To spin vile and sin
Every inch a mile to mend
There's no trial for them
Only smiles which end
It's no world to raise a child within'
[Bridge]
Worse world
One Two
[Verse 2]
Were Alert
Were alert from the beatings
We've been breathing since birth
Earth
I keep dreaming it's not sleazy
But worth
Every second we give to live in peace
It's a dream but I believe it can happen
I usually see
With no relief
Absent pa**ion
What happened?
Cause Our self esteem has become like steam
Likes on our page
Used as fuel to increase or decrease
Of whether we're at peace
With the piece of our beings
Too reliant on things
That don't mean a thing
And our defiance is dying like our dreams
When they're extremely rare and becoming prayers
[Outro]
Drifter's draft words would fracture your faces
If these were my last words as the rapture repaved us
I would tell you I will never die
Cause you gotta be alive to die, and inside of me i can't find a sign of life
You gotta be alive to die
I looked, I can't find a sign of life