[Intro: Dr. Londes]
I am not forcing anything on anyone
They are merely practicing a faith
That they decided to believe in of their own free will
Tell me, why do you think people believe in God?
Because they want to
It's not easy living in such an ugly coherent world
There's no certainty and nothing to hope for
People are lost, so they reach out, don't you get it?
God didn't create humans, no, it's humans who created God
[Verse 1: Chester Watson]
Walking down the board of fame
Go to war, torch the mortar, throw it
Watch the gorgeous pain
Blame, break the brace, close the portal's frame
Lord of Thanes, drained I enjoy the rain
Grains I absorb the flame
Chained, I'm the next man slain
"Chester Jester"
Gotta laugh while the sword is slaying
Gored but the fort is tamed
Sorta strange
And as I look up at the sky for a second
If Life was a record, ain't a chord I'd change
[Hook: Chester Watson]
Introspective figure, where my introspective nigga's?
Betta fetch detectives nigga, ain't a clue left
Who's next?
Kinfolk wretched living, bet ya info errored nigga
Mixing terroristic tendencies with mellow-ridden energy
And get this nigga Chester
Asking questions like you in the league
We pick apart these beats and barbecue em' like it's grilling season
Scarf a shroom and trip to doom, I think I'm lucid dreaming
Moving Jesus off it, check the wood as if the cross is bleeding
[Verse 2: Chester Watson]
Dragon
Yo wait the dude is fire breathing
Burn the church to nothing
Search the ashes for a higher meaning
Dire reasons
Aura deadly and the Mayan's seen it
Ayahuasca trippin'
Natural flora, so the high was scenic
Gliding through the light
It's hard to fight it, because the right was evil
Court is only villains and they wonder why I'm not believing
About to die and as I look up at the sky for a second
If life was a record, there's a chord I'd change
[Hook: Chester Watson]
Introspective figure, where my introspective nigga's?
Betta fetch detectives nigga, ain't a clue left
Who's next?
Kinfolk wretched living, bet ya info errored nigga
Mixing terroristic tendencies with mellow-ridden energy
And get this nigga Chester
Asking questions like you in the league
We pick apart these beats and barbecue em' like it's grilling season
Scarf a shroom and trip to doom, I think I'm lucid dreaming
Moving Jesus off it, check the wood as if the cross is bleeding
[Verse 3: Chester Watson]
So what's this executions reason?
Nothing? Retribution? Justice? Hatred? Or his fluked allegiance?
If I knew it, I would try and patch it up with shoe adhesive
Who's the hero?
No, what's more important is finding who's the demon
Demons in disguise
Lowers eyes as they guillotine him
Reading civil lies, hear the cries from his ruined people
Already dead and as I look down from the sky for a second
If life was a record all the chords I'd change