Souki Kismet - The Final Revolution (Pt. III) (feat. JS) Lyrics

This a stressing song, so I'm living weapons drawn,
Vision skewed with a quest to prove them misled and wrong
To find the hidden truth that they don't love you 'less you dead or gone for good
For a second understood while time is everlong
It's finite, unlike my lexicon when I write
And make the great escape, hope I won't be slept upon if I stay awake
Till twilight and daydream in hindsight so I don't make the same mistake
Said it's like a peloton around the sun, a full-circle sign
That make me alertful of dying that's bound to come.
Was sol searching until I found some emergin atop the mountain
Bring ides of March, spring and pound drums with purging.
And fountains, running blood, spilling on linens,
Serpents conditioning, instilling shit in their brains
So their words are pure detergent and they just spit upon the stains
Since money's time, could you be so kind and spare a little change,
And explain the riddle of when we will break free from these chains
When it rains down pyroclast and the planet's cast in flames?

As the stone's revolving continues
No more hope does it add for resolving our issues
From the journal to stepping up on the venue,
We work circles around like cycles of the Hindus
As the stone's revolving continues
No more hope does it add for resolving our issues
From the journal to stepping up on the venue,
We work circles around like cycles of the Hindus

No remorse, soulless monsters,
Odious in the oval office
Only if we don't fill their pockets
Will there be no kids killed from rockets,
Gunned down, starved, struck with a zooming drone
If you don't feel revolution, are you human or a stone?

Moon and earth rotations impacting my soul decisions
Sculpting these verses to truly impact all that listen
These lines paint a picture through all the syllables and stories
To show that everything in this universe be the glory
You know when it comes to the small circles all that know me
Respects be paid due like the ones you worship solely
Revolutions around Saturn only ones that remain holy
Better see you street crossing pretend you don't know me
And that's real shit, third eye opens with a steel grip
You know these lines only hold strength when I feel this
Relapses hold back the true times of the real kid
The one that rose up back from the open heart of the realness

As the stone's revolving continues
No more hope does it add for resolving our issues
From the journal to stepping up on the venue,
We work circles around like