God may exist, I sit and listen for a conscious Like did we have a concept and was it ever accomplished I fear the constant clicking of the clock haunting Yawning in the morning of the common Taunted by the dawn and song of personal meaning I got a bad religion involved with versatile Jesus Without a reason they plan to bomb the region Try to keep the legions calm still speakin' on the freedom You know the feeling when you really fight for something Well I was taught to sit still and live my life for the company Fight for your country, but neither really comfort me I write for the public, no wait I write cause I love it Hip-hop is stupid I'm a student of the subtle Struggle with the shadows, my reflection in the puddle Drift off of the movement, it's lift off to the moon This body's gettin' useless, we probably should reboot