[Verse 1: Emay]

Who's objective?

For every path to choose, there's two neglected

For every absent two, there's new dimensions

Soon to lose ascension

For every attitude is tuned offensive

And too defensive, bent to prove effective

Sent to move consensus through the sense

Set to rule the pensive

Centrifuge the blessed from all the restless

Resting on the fences

We pick a side, professing our perfections

A mission to die protecting our conceptions

Illicitly vile intent at our discretion

I'm sick of deciding, vexed in our depression

The orthodox is off, I'm more than often lost

Absorbed in plots to rectify deception

I've hoarded thoughts and watched

Assorted flocks of people's heads

Stored in boxes. Locked and stocked

According to recorded doctrine

Docked in knots

Born into a morbid block

You're taught to block

But what do I believe and choose to follow?

For now the answer's not to lose tomorrow

[Verse 2: Emay]

For now the answer's not to lose

Apparently, to win this is impossible

The battle of ideas is an obstacle

Nothing to guide us. Nothing to find a constant truth

But something inside is suffering silent - watching you

Trying to figure it out and know what it constitutes

My consciousness, my only friend and constable

But I'm a prisoner onto envision the hostage loose

The lonely inquisitor probing and quizzing, I'm onto you

Onto who?

Onto those with lots of dough and lots to lose

Onto those that lost the soul/sole but got the shoes

Those that hold the globe in whole but not the fruit

I've got to choose

They say to look within for proper view

But dog, I'm not a stooge

No amount of knowing self can stop a nuke

Or stop abuse

My world has never been what I've imagined

I never asked for this

I wanna see the world for what it is

And never have to have a massive ass to kiss

Retired as a battered pacifist

To banish ignorance and channel abacus

My arrow has a target, still it's vague

Will I be heroic or a villain slayed/Slade?

Still encaged, and disengaged

Still enslaved

Or maybe I could change - a different age

An aim that isn't pain, a lane that's fit to tame

This strange addictive stage

But where's the compass, to encompass, my reluctance?

Cause I'm destructive

I'm the sum of everything I've been through

Surroundings are the source of that within you