i hold my head up tryin to see the sky. see chem trails that we breath inside.
if evil eye satellite captures my facial features, fine.
'cause it don't matter if the days are dark if all the people blind
and rather be divided and not be divine and read the signs.
i retreat to my discrete, confined secret shrine
trying to find some peace of mind and see beneath the lies the beast designed.
the road to truth is a lonely one, the only one
exposin sun worshipers while flowin with a golden tongue.
so i'm divorcin from the status quo and superficial.
i'm sorry, but i have to go and moon will miss you.
masses won't grasp it 'cause they mask it and illusion tricks you.
it's so tragic yo, you have to know the truth is in you.
these fascist bastards use black magic, don't confuse the issue.
where they sacrifice humans and animals in ruthless rituals.
my music hits you to show you math but you only laugh.
back to this lonely path. i pray this pain will surely pass.