[ Featuring Empty Sentiment ]
And with that
My inhibitions crumbled
They postured
Embellishing
Living dawn, dusk
As repetitive waste
We were awestruck
By the benefits
Now I coughed up
All the sedatives
Man was brought up
They beheaded him
I was nauseous
At the sight of the stage
Could no longer
Sit like sediment
There were others who shared the sentiment
Feel a touch on my shoulder, amongst the commotion, I brush off the owner of the firm Grip
Then it's clutching me, I'm frozen, tongue still bunched up like I'm holding, Manna
Hoping my bluff may have the Greyshirts tricked
I turn but I'm not met with my reflection in a visor
A girl in identical penitentiary attire
She raises her sleeve for a fifth of a second
No mistaking the green that was stitched in the threading
That's it
People fighting for the freedom of the masses
She told me she'd been watching me for the past week
She said she sees the purpose leaking from stance, we
We've been waiting for our numbers to amass
She painted a picture of a plan where Koja is assassinated
I had a chance to become greater than a passive agent
No more low-level contraband as a statement
No more colored rubber bands in the basement
No more other subtle action, playing safe
F*cker's gonna get explosives blasting in his face
I'm asking exactly how much time we have to wait
Yuh
She said in 6 months, at the next solstice
We're headed for the promise land, we'll split oceans
Eyes shining bright with a new drive, new focus
Standing by so I can prove my use to
Myself
