We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black

So push the way out
The way out
To a puddle to the next corner to wash your dirty brain
Don’t pray, there’s no Gods
There’s no Gods
To the church to the next corner to wash your dirty brain
So run! Run boy
Run fast as you can before the crow gets you down
So push the way out
The way out
To a puddle to the next corner to wash your dirty brain
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
Follow the white rabbit
Escape the big black crow
GOODBYE

Loose hips rude lips loud lit ball lifeBasket rim like lately we own itBruce kicks we hit mandem stick wrist high upLike this oh lately we zoning
We feelin
focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
Salivating no procrastinatingWanting money paper to get the callous case
inAll in vein no recalibrating
shots to brainGet those saints elevating we making ways holy paper planes
Focus focus focus
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
We feelin focus
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus just realist own it
We feelin focus like we not brokenNo hocus pocus