Rap sessions in a dismantled car , finding the meaning of life from diffused minds, painting out the lines that carry out the lie of the complex,

life is not what you think it is, that we know
but what of what we make it ?

Us starting a fire just to make it lit and fabricating love to see a ***,
digging deeper into the pit making the walls that encapsulate,
the reason for the mental split
you think you're losing your head? wait till you have what you long to find

However, I hope my words do not find you late,
And the visions you embody havent kilt
Now maybe let god lead,
Or let the substance of life be the reason you bleed