And you get to witness the destruction of mankind
The manifestation of violence
The rise of crime
The chemically induced joy that deteriorates the mind
The cancerous legions on the soul that no doctor can find
The shaman surgeon with the power to freeze time
The emotionally famished family that uncle sam left behind

The monotonous chime that causes the suits and ties to burst into reanimation
The unmovable path of the bullet that kills without hesitation
The murderous gang-banger dining in hells kitchen with no reservation
The chains that bound the vagabond with no visitations
The gruesome violence on the silver-screen that is met with joyous elation
The exchange of video entertainment for a basic education
The deterioration of the young minds that's given little concentration
The beautiful flesh but empty soul that makes a living through fornication
The ****** spoils of war that leads to mental devastation
The death of good-will with no justification

And you will not witness death but morale genocide
Not of a specific person, but of certain values that are impossible to hide
And with only one man to confide, they will continuously choose what is not right
They will put down their crucifixes so they will have more hands to fight
And only for the wicked reasons will they unite

And you will witness them as they witness you
As you teach of accountability, as you lecture of love
But you will often be met with a deaf ear
But do not give up on those ideals that you hold dear
Because if you look to the edges of the earth, and then gaze above
Ask yourself: Where do I want to be when it is time to be judged?
But despite our ideals our conscience decisions proves the prophecies true
*We will be the death of mankind

I looked in the mirror today, and no one looked back
perhaps i was blinded by the shortcomings of my life
i looked in the mirror today and couldn't see my reflection
maybe i was blindfolded by the man who said i was loser, a coward, and would never amount to nothin,
i looked in the mirror today and sae the same void i witnessed everyday,
maybe it was so i could not behold the monster i had became,
i looked in the mirror today and believed i would see something,
and i don't really know why because i never really believed in nothing,
i looked in the mirror today and saw chaos and destruction,
and wondered what do i deserve in this world i do not belong,
i looked in the mirror today and couldn't see the tears,
why am i blinded by shame?
why am i consumed by fear?
why do i continue to look into a mirror when no ones there?
i looked in the mirror today and i spoke, i spoke words i didn't want myself to hear
i spoke honestly what i had shared was sincere
i spoke to my soul before a deity with crimson eyes appeared
i was done feeling ashamed! i was finished being afraid!
i was tired of seeing nothing everyday!
in that mirror i saw Satan himself,
the same face i woke up everyday hoping to never see
the shameful dishonest fear inside of me
the evaporation of my hopes of making life what i want it to be.

To the man with crimson eyes i found i had nothing say
so i shattered the glass and i walked away

I looked in the mirror today, and i saw peace

Though my outward appearance may seem somewhat complex
-In this Hard-wired soul
It is the machinery that's run by electricity that generates creativity that would vex Einstein himself
-But it is all relative to this hard-wired soul
Because it was through the wire that I calculated the desire or rather my need to aquire the programming need to love you
-But it wasn't that simple for this weary hard-wired soul
Because I am based upon logic so when I try to complete what I had started the numbers just overrun like a leaky faucet
-You just may be too much for this hard-wired soul
And on one day I twitched, skipped and even began to glitch just from the thought of loving you
Because while the assembly may be perfect for this computerized hermit I still cant calculate if the chances are worth it, so maybe I should just hit reset and accept the regret of not having the correct programming for you yet
-But you ought not sleep on this hard-wired soul
So I beep and I peep, and you reply with a positive tweet the answer this old machine always wanted to hear
I could have cried if a computer ever tried because my data began to skip and glide a most unusual stride
Because she said yes.
But my circuits are fried!

Ive seen, I see, I saw
What's refined is actually raw
What's done is laced with flaw
What's perfect is actually a lucky draw
Ive been where I am, and that's where I am going
To the place where the faces are the same
To the location Ive never gone, but have always been
Destined to be in the destination where we meet again
Ive wrote to write, and will never write again
For they are but lies leaking from a pen
For they are the sub-conscience creepers creeping within
For they were my past,
Are my present,
And will be my glorious end.

I've felt.

And I feel that I will be feeling,
Two-parts love and hate...

Fake is real: and real is equally fake