Pardon me if my thoughts sound like blasphemy
and here’s an appology in advance in case my words carry some sort of unacceptable herecy that ruins your rythym and makes you unable to dance.
I want you to know that I mean no offense to your cause,
and I hold great respect for everything you offered and lost to stand by what you stand for.
you can choose to ignore what I’m about to say,
It wouldn’t be the first time,
if you plead me guilty,
and mark my head to be slain.
It’s alright, if by the end of this, you start calling me insane
it won’t change anything, or affect the fact,
that the thoughts I’m about to state are ones you’ve already had.
It's sad,
But there's nothing to do about that.
So try to pay attention for the lines that are coming
And turn my mic up louder I’ve got to say something:
You’ve been given a pair of eyes, set in there for you not only to optain sight, but also insight.
So inside,
It's time to shake whatever unshakable beliefs in your mind.
Yes,
the world has grown into some hideous set up.
but hey, I’m not here to be one of those that tell you to get up.
For starters:
your shouts of objection all do not matter,
your revolutionary talks wouldn’t neutralize the intoxicated soil and cleanse the polluted water,
I’m sorry to stand in the way of optaining your cravings,
but there’s nothing out there that is worth saving.
there are bits of poison in every bit of sand,
and it’s out of our hands.
you see,
it all doesn’t matter,
for this existence we're cursed with,
was offered to us on gold and silver platter.
Then we, as a kin,
Became the poor outcome of our father’s first sin.
And we're doomed to carry the seeds of a fruit forbidden in between our flesh and our skin.
The hideousness of the murder his first sons committed,
was injected in our blood to always feel it and relive it,
and we’ve carried their wrongs in our veins all along.
we’ve been left behind to believe that we’re right,
but the thoughts that we carry, no matter how strong,
and the beliefs that we hold no matter how solid.
are all invalid.
and will forever be subjective to the vague concept of what’s right and what’s wrong.
you’d care,
I guess,
but I confess,
That to me,
it all doesn’t matter,
it’s sad,
but
change is a fairy tail and its always been that,
peace is a myth sold by merchants of war,
And freedom is a fraud we're fooled to fight for.
we’re guilty,
our finest of men wear suits,
that may seem clean,
but are deeply filthy.
we sickened mothernature,
she’s turned pale and gray,
disappointed father time,
he’s turned his back on us,
then we blamed on a system we created to obey,
I don’t think that’s okay,
it’s sad,
but we crafted it into a way it can’t be anything but that.
and look at we ended up as:
we create civilizations that are bound to crash,
and we tear each other apart to save the unity of a piece that tears itself on its own.
and we preach bloodshed to the knees in the name of divine justice,
and peace.
Then I see people raising hell in hopes of making it to heaven,
I see marks of angels carried by people hell driven,
minor causes making riots that aren’t worth the fuss
just so unholy demons could declare wars for the name of christ and the cross.
There are strings on our busses
Bikes,
Roads,
Inside our markets,
Our shops,
Our clothes,
Countless numbers of invisible strings
Controlling us in shadows
As the puppeteer sings.
It's sad, and a grotesque mess,
But I guess we've made a habit of settling for that,
Since mankind is a species that's never been kind.
Just prophets, sent to this land just to drive it mad,
And cold.
It's funny,
How science helps us see things,
But we're oh so blind
And we think we're moving ahead
But we've been stuck behind.
It's the age of telecommunications
But we're mute and unheard,
High quality graphics,
But our vision is ever blurred,
Everyone's a victim,
And everybody is at fault,
For after all the religions,
And the many gods we Sought
we ended up worshipping:
money, weapons and asphalt.
and here’s an appology in advance in case my words carry some sort of unacceptable herecy that ruins your rythym and makes you unable to dance.
I want you to know that I mean no offense to your cause,
and I hold great respect for everything you offered and lost to stand by what you stand for.
you can choose to ignore what I’m about to say,
It wouldn’t be the first time,
if you plead me guilty,
and mark my head to be slain.
It’s alright, if by the end of this, you start calling me insane
it won’t change anything, or affect the fact,
that the thoughts I’m about to state are ones you’ve already had.
It's sad,
But there's nothing to do about that.
So try to pay attention for the lines that are coming
And turn my mic up louder I’ve got to say something:
You’ve been given a pair of eyes, set in there for you not only to optain sight, but also insight.
So inside,
It's time to shake whatever unshakable beliefs in your mind.
Yes,
the world has grown into some hideous set up.
but hey, I’m not here to be one of those that tell you to get up.
For starters:
your shouts of objection all do not matter,
your revolutionary talks wouldn’t neutralize the intoxicated soil and cleanse the polluted water,
I’m sorry to stand in the way of optaining your cravings,
but there’s nothing out there that is worth saving.
there are bits of poison in every bit of sand,
and it’s out of our hands.
you see,
it all doesn’t matter,
for this existence we're cursed with,
was offered to us on gold and silver platter.
Then we, as a kin,
Became the poor outcome of our father’s first sin.
And we're doomed to carry the seeds of a fruit forbidden in between our flesh and our skin.
The hideousness of the murder his first sons committed,
was injected in our blood to always feel it and relive it,
and we’ve carried their wrongs in our veins all along.
we’ve been left behind to believe that we’re right,
but the thoughts that we carry, no matter how strong,
and the beliefs that we hold no matter how solid.
are all invalid.
and will forever be subjective to the vague concept of what’s right and what’s wrong.
you’d care,
I guess,
but I confess,
That to me,
it all doesn’t matter,
it’s sad,
but
change is a fairy tail and its always been that,
peace is a myth sold by merchants of war,
And freedom is a fraud we're fooled to fight for.
we’re guilty,
our finest of men wear suits,
that may seem clean,
but are deeply filthy.
we sickened mothernature,
she’s turned pale and gray,
disappointed father time,
he’s turned his back on us,
then we blamed on a system we created to obey,
I don’t think that’s okay,
it’s sad,
but we crafted it into a way it can’t be anything but that.
and look at we ended up as:
we create civilizations that are bound to crash,
and we tear each other apart to save the unity of a piece that tears itself on its own.
and we preach bloodshed to the knees in the name of divine justice,
and peace.
Then I see people raising hell in hopes of making it to heaven,
I see marks of angels carried by people hell driven,
minor causes making riots that aren’t worth the fuss
just so unholy demons could declare wars for the name of christ and the cross.
Bikes,
Roads,
Inside our markets,
Our shops,
Our clothes,
Countless numbers of invisible strings
Controlling us in shadows
As the puppeteer sings.
It's sad, and a grotesque mess,
But I guess we've made a habit of settling for that,
Since mankind is a species that's never been kind.
Just prophets, sent to this land just to drive it mad,
And cold.
It's funny,
How science helps us see things,
But we're oh so blind
And we think we're moving ahead
But we've been stuck behind.
It's the age of telecommunications
But we're mute and unheard,
High quality graphics,
But our vision is ever blurred,
Everyone's a victim,
And everybody is at fault,
For after all the religions,
And the many gods we Sought
money, weapons and asphalt.
