[Voice: Pranav Lulla]

Wake up! [repeatedly]

[Frantic pilot chatter and airplane noises in background]

[Verse: Spitty]

Since a young adolescent rebelling against oppression

My perception manifests from decided misdirection

The heavens did not sway me left amongst the masses

Blinded by the innocence strength from the ashes

Caught in loss so lost within the island

No John Locke still locked within the silence

Screams at night still bug my mornings

We seem alright but stuck in mournings

Midnight brawls turned daytime drama

Addictive prescriptions pre-scripted for ya mama

Still mistreated misjudged misled through the fiction

Glued to the news using the same old depiction

Deprived by depraved stuck in old ways

Stuck in the mud color my blood is these days

In due time the prime will be unveiled

To soon fly up high through the hail

Hail to the most high uphold the true and just

Lust for a love like a bruise and the crutch

Cut from the bunch sever the severity

Time is of the essence in the air so airily

Kingdoms crash as the rain subsides

Freedom frees us from the pain inside

Take off on my own let the journey commence

Every beginning must come to an end