Sometimes you have to look in the mirror and ask yourself, "how did I get here?"
Now that could be a positive or negative question but that's based on your actions.
Sometimes you are forced to look at yourself without the mirror and ask "what the f*ck is here?"
Here is the moment we make up.
Here is the time and the place we envision in our heads.
Here is whatever you need it to be to survive.
Here I am, hearing everyone around me
And hearing the world's noises throughout the night
Hearing on the 22nd for a piece of paper I must rectify with the same substance that lead me into those double wooden doors in the first place..
Traditional values you got it, Sir, Madam, doth must earn thy respect to serve and protect for the connection is mutual
Hero's are no more , we praise technology and computer's now.
Jesus Christ is an app on your MEphone
Me own people broken and free'd only
To be lead down the same path and killed just to respawn.
My head hurts, my stomach hurts, my brain hurts, my body hurts, and I'm like you in that my feelings are also hurt.
The words you choose and the words you choose not to say make up who you are as a person and overall I choose to say...
Let me dance for all of you
Even the ones who wanted to see me trip into the same hole they've lived in.
I see freedom with choice and I see enslavement paired with manipulation to give it that extra kick
I've seen bodies on my screen
Bodies of gangs
Bodies of police
I ain't even shocked these days its a trend
You get you give and you give us demands
So I demand my own spot on this rock
I ask, Why am I evil is that the reason I'm not?
Or a demon who's caught
In a whirlwind of question marks
Write your f*cking song before the sessions starts.