They make the law, you go to prison. They kill a couple million, stack a billion. Business as usual, death in colonies. What is that? But state to state armed robbery. Just like the roads, but on a bigger level. We think we are mountains but we’re just pebbles
I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life
Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon
a vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we’re from paragon
goin in circles, like a ferris wheel
undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night
to far heights so dark that even wit a bright light
you couldn’t see a spark of light