Released on July 26, 2016

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[Verse 1: Mosi]

What are you?

What am I?

My screw is loose

You work to die?

What's a book?

You've never read one

What's a crook?

Do you feel conviction?

Do you question things?

How 'bout think for yourself?

Take any remedies? So, you checked every shelf?

You have more than one partner?

Well, do you not worry?

Any diseases? Well, do you think they will scurry?

What is the hurry?

Yo, do you see all this beauty?

Your picture is blurry

So, you need a new filter

You're wanting to fill her?

Nah, take care of her heart

You're wanting to hurt him?

Whoa, you're gonna rip him apart

Where is the starting line?

Tell me, where is the finish?

Do you have any dreams?

Let me guess, they all have diminished

Yo, Generation whY tell me (tell me)

Tell me what I do to help you (you)

You got me confused and make me lose hope

But I assume that you feel what I wrote

(whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy)


[Verse 2: TeWo]

In the Penumbra of the Moon

Is this limbo? Equilibrium?

Physically, I don't know

Got a million questions at minimum

Listening all around

But I can only hear my thoughts

I'm floating, but I can't even feel my body

I'm at a loss

Was I tossed into this realm by a God?

Or was I dropped?

I can't talk

I can think

Is this insanity at its peak

The brink of something bigger than myself

Or do I need a shrink

I can't blink

I forgot if I need that stuff called food or drink

Ask our generation why?

Ex zealous, sex sellers, death dwellers

Hellish devils, I just seem them all as pebbles

No, what's wrong with me?

(No, wrong with them)

But don't I just reflect them?

Aren't we all just bits of stone that fell after our names were etched in?

(We are nothing)

That is true, but since nothing lasts forever

Each endeavor that our souls embark on pile up beyond measure

(That's whatever in the Grand Scheme, this generation's over

Most could hardly go a day without technology, let alone sober)

But we're all just moving forward

Nothing can stay the same

Why do previous generations hate youth when they're the ones to blame?

For all our downfalls, they raised us

We've been set up for sadness

There's madness all around, so why not revel in the chaos?