| They got you dying of thirst. Don't even try to front, fool, | |
| like you ain't on checkunder layers of vanity, uncertainties | |
| got your soul wrecked style? Veil chained mask strapped tight | |
| hide cries from inside; behind, vain lies chew the shattered | |
| glass sex, Hate, envy, greed living in suffocation misery- | |
| bleeds so-called alternative imagery defenition of false me. | |
| There's more to identify than bodily misery. They got you | |
| dying of thirst, living in suffocation. Illusion is all up in | |
| you. Alternative must be more than this. Biological? Chemical? | |
| Science says I'm pure physical. Lower me to equality of dust | |
| with no destiny, molecular structure. If this is all that I | |
| be, then humans weren't killed in the holocaust, they were | |
| just machines. Reject void supplement, man=rag equivalence. | |
| Humanity is more than a complex form of existence. Human | |
| capacity a third of its brain. No reliance on science - I cry | |
| soul defiance! Dying of thirst, I'm more than a mathematical | |
| equation. I am more than a chemical combination. My existence | |
| cannot be reduced to scientific theory! |