[Verse 2: Eyedea] As an individual I became the systems target Now I close my eyes and dream of a Governor's pardon I don't want to die they lied when they said women will target I hope they crowd clouds in my carca** Sometimes you got to lose your head to find out where your heart is Twenty three years since me and freedom departed We tolerate them methodically cultural cleansing By the imperials promoting holocaust and spiritual carnage The cat that pulled the lever considers himself an artist I can't blame my group or department or even the Sargent Six hours six minutes and six seconds until my last meal The disintegration of my distance already started Beads of sweat evolve from my head as my hands tremble My cheeks have become a creek from the water of my windows And I'm not telling you this because I think your gonna care I'm saying it for the simple fact that I'm scared