It’s like a cycle of nightmares in inception.Wake up to find myself in the care of a dead one. If there’s levels to this, where’s my resurrection?Because your Jesus doesn’t look like the one of Lazarus’ recollection. Reflection. Deflection. Rejection. Silenced by the deafening decibels of their violence and weapons.While your silence merely deadens.We don’t…
They used to say It’s a suiciiiiiide Now they say It’s a genociiiiiideStrife I couldn’t risk it ‘Cause a knife in your ribs pits A life in ellipsis… Hanging in the balance like the other side is heavy Well there’s an ugly side ‘Cause the other side it’s deadly They’ll pulverize; They’re petty They’re cultured…