Forever feeling deflected from it
I've never seen my face
Only pictures and reflections of it
But I know it can't be erased

I'm infected with selective recklessness
Making messes like the administration is
Preoccupied with what's on the outside
But I never had a chance to know why you've cried

From the scars on her wrist, an unbeatable force
It could cost me a deal with the devilish remorse
For the last piece of heart that I could find
In the deepest darkest unpredictable catharsis

So I asked myself, "What am I worth?"
If I could be in the stars to witness the Earth
Spin vertically, stirring the vicious rebirth
Of seditious revolution presented from the hearse

Of a politicians sordid words
And a billionaires perverse pleasure
In being the cursed oppressor
With a thirst for blood and hurt in his chest
It's the night of the flood, will you protect your neck?

Will you protect you neck?

Will protect your neck...

From the next test of time with respect
And the rhymes I'm flexing, no half stepping
So until the perfect crime side steps the reckoning
From the swine infested streets, I'll keep my hands from trembling

A shift in the paradigm would keep us questioning
the clarity of paradise, disparity in the lives of us
Don't trust the parasitic complacency
We'll be maniacal and ashamed you see?

In the crusty afterlife all busted and dusty
The rage inside might be undone, let it free
Use it against the secrets buried deep within the weaknesses

That feed off the bleakness and disgusting hush
Of our Father's written word and superficial trust
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
We can run but we'll never survive...

We can run but we'll never survive...

When the timing is right, we gotta be ready to fight for us all
Stand tall to breach the wall of hate tonight
All across the world, we can see the incitement
Gnarled and curled but we can be the debridement

Loving is free but it's not easy
It seems to me that it's evil tendencies keep screaming
Like the dying leaves in a bitter winter breeze for a reason

Without the blisters and festering resentment
There couldn't be any dreams of any better contentment
Why should I believe that the pressure will bend
When it feels like the memory of our ending affection

Finally separated from the ascended tensions
The madness, the crying and prying for attention
All I need to say is that my senseless concession
Is not a debt to be paid, It's an illuminated reflection