[Verse 2: Eyedea]
As an individual I became the systems target
Now I close my eyes and dream of a Governor's pardon
I don't want to die they lied when they said women will target
I hope they crowd clouds in my carca**
Sometimes you got to lose your head to find out where your heart is
Twenty three years since me and freedom departed
We tolerate them methodically cultural cleansing
By the imperials promoting holocaust and spiritual carnage
The cat that pulled the lever considers himself an artist
I can't blame my group or department or even the Sargent
Six hours six minutes and six seconds until my last meal
The disintegration of my distance already started
Beads of sweat evolve from my head as my hands tremble
My cheeks have become a creek from the water of my windows
And I'm not telling you this because I think your gonna care
I'm saying it for the simple fact that I'm scared