Demons possesing me.
Dreams of green,
The devils symphony.
I feel like heavens number 1 enemy
I don't know what is left in me

But it, must be somethin cuz I'm still here.
Burnt out, but still clear,
Distant, but still near.
Falicious, but sincere,
No fears no tears,

A rare reconciliation,
Seeds'll die in the dirt.
I never ask why it'll hurt,
Or try n avert

What is bound for me,
Cuz I know the strings of fate are sealed.
I know I gotta be careful when i make a deal,
Or fake whats real,

Cuz it's dangerous to cross the line into reality.
Nominal fallacies &
Common knowledge will warp all of your moralities,
The ebb of the galaxy
Contained in the centurys mentality

The pain grows like a disease,
Devouring seeds.
Spreadin across seas,
Leavin nothin but refugees.

In the wake of the terror what will they make of this era?

Destructions on the agenda, more then you can imagine.
Kids are dying, and yet politicians are laughin.

Cuz we live in a world revolvin, around the green,
No one cares about solvin ,the frowns of fiends.
They mean as little as the crushed dreams of teens.

All that matters is the dollar,
Thats what they tell you, yo you dont need to be a scholar.
All you need is your impala.
The iron grip of globalization around ya neck like a collar