Reason (feat. Devilish Trio)

Prepare to meet your maker yes it's baker creeping with approach The judge it hides within the shadows so be careful of what's spoke Fear the sight it comes at night Deep In the woods the monsters dwell Beneath the surface of the soil Lies the miseries of hell In the marrow of this sickness I take pleasure in the weakness Of another feel no love for one and other bring the vengeance I burden earth this walking plague In their eyes I'm just wasted space So I retaliate with hate and fight the fight for all our fates I put my head into the clouds and then I slowly lose my stress My senses now begin to dim I feel detached from all the rest With these words I add a depth I try to focus in the moment Thoughts are rushing through my head For every time I feel awoken In the waves of distortion lost my grip of sanity In this life I feel aborted shunned by all humanity Everything's inanity I've come to realize this is truth Through anger and profanity I speak these words that show the clues Don't obey what your told and use your brain to sense the lies It doesn't take a fucking genius to see its mind genocide Go ahead and pray if it makes you feel safe Wish the sins to go away but never will you be okay Cause you got me so high And you left me so lone Now I see it all night Cause I can't go home And you're the Reason Why Why Why You're the Reason Why Why Won't let me live They will never just leave me be All the shit I see in mainstream makes me sick And not wanna be apart of this planet no more If intelligence is out there then they laugh at us like fools There's no point to even compare Empty lies from our leaders start the crumble of a nation Trust is now a question as the government keeps wasting All our hard made money in some fight we have no place in Need to bring it back on home and get that money in circulation But look closer still we have a lot to learn in our species as a whole Tensions building everyday as opinions start to grow Everyone now has a voice and they all wanna make it know Stirring shit within the pit and trying to spite our own They say there's hope for my future if I just bow to Uncle Sam Why do I need your permission to make money in this land Take a cut of what we make and just pretend that nothing wrong Tell me face the music kid you better obey and move along Something ain't right if I'm going hungry at night All these bills they keep stacking up And the pressure is gettin tight on My mind it feeling like a punching bag to these suits Demoralizing the subject just to mold them to their views Fear the master of puppets that holds the strings they suffocate Cut me free so I can leave I take no part in what they make Try to paint a perfect picture of this planet we call home But all I see in our people is just a bunch of selfish drones