[Verse 1: Essam Temuri]
I can't bear the sight of myself
This right of silence is like a
Righteous test, when I look into the mirror
I see nothing, but a vast, pool of disappointment
Whose vision is distorted, with a reality filled
With, a screen full of psychedelics, objected to
Merely my pleasure objects, and when I'm finished
The world that I know just turns dark-so I have
No choice, but to fall into this part, over and over
Again, man-this thing just got me scorned from God
I go back to this even when I should not, the
Prob-lem is that of chance, a fearful monster
That got me crazed, and hazed-every moment is
Like I'm running away, to a place, where
Everything is the same, everything is the same
Tryna put blame, on everyone else, but it should
Really be placed upon me instead
[Verse 2: Essam Temuri]
I see innocent people getting vanquished, where
There should be vengeance, on the words I spoken
In reality is silence, or judgements, or moments
Of unchallenged involvement, of a danger lurking
In my process to process, my emotions to act
When I.S.I.S. behind my fam, I would just be too
Busy failing the test, man, I plan to better myself
But I always fail, dang-I'm met with this realization
Of my inability to change, like Alexander the great-great
Campaigns, but can't sustain, my empire through all
The pain, through the pyroclastic flow of Pompeii
That got me frozen in time, on a spot where I stayed
Even when people ask me to move and help me out
Like the libraries getting burned, and raped by
The Mongols, I just want everything to be the same
Everything to be the same
[Bridge: Essam Temuri]
1,2,3,4
I don't know what to do with this
Cold world, or how I can process
To move from this
Man that I hate from within. (2)