Sophisticated.
All your power is overrated.
There�s nothin� you can do to stop me now.
I�m back on the prowl.

You�ve got no third eye.
And yet you try to prophesize.
Blind.
No time to unwind.
Strain.
Ease up the stress on my veins.
On my veins�
On my veins�

Genocide.
Thought my soul had lived, but it actually died.
I no longer know myself.
Grab my hatred and put mercy on the shelf.
Piety. Envy. Lie to me.
Now I can see.

My heart inside is missing.
Why won�t anybody listen?
If only you could hear what I hear,
See what I see,
Taste what I taste,
Feel what I feel.

Nothing is really what it seems.
Your whole life has just been a dream.
The riot is the voice of the unheard.
Chorusing in unison, one vibrant little word:
Silence.

Hatred fills this place.
No expression on the face-
Less crowd, who marches to their own demise.
Brainwashed with endless lies.
Ready to die for an unknown cause.
Can�t do anything about it. Enforce passion with claws.

Silence.
Rebellion.
Innocence.

What you reap, is what you sow.

-Elijah

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lleian, in the year 152 MA.