“Late To It”
Late to my mentals
I’m meant to give you the heart of me
The very art of me, but its hard to breathe when appalled
Is it all a dream?
Or is it a scheme against my reality to unbalance me?
I manage these lyrics within an Intricate Rhythm
A penman of magnificent means
I mean to give you a balanced nutrition
A vision of his return, but your only concern, as the world burns, is letting go of intuition
Lowered inhibitions
I wish to visit the shores of my forefathers in honor of all that they have given
Yet, I’m imprisoned in a system of greed
Senseless
Condescending with intent to appease
Stupidity Reigns Supreme
Cut and scene; That’s a wrap
The final act is what all will applaud to
The coming destruction is nothing compared to the hell that you may fall to
Don’t say I didn’t warn you