[Intro: Eckhart Tolle & sy]

Your life becomes much easier, the more present you are

And it becomes hard in the absence of, "presence"

But the point of view on the egoic-self, being present is difficult (Uh)

[Verse 1: sy]

Here lies the ties wit' religion, wonderin' if it's ignorance

Pride in bein' an atheist, the canines' in 'deliverance

'K9s to gradiant, "desires"; the Devil's incision to clear innocence

Guilt fulfills the sentence, where it's indecision to, "repentance"

Yeah, where's my 'Mandias? Don't you treat me 'forbidden

It's only corrosive, additionally sensin' when it's hidden

I've made you antique in 'alias, whim' from the life; I'm livin'

Automotive, giftin' you techniques; bein' high in, "mechanic"

And God said, "Don't commit favors without expectations"

But I'd contest, "But doesn't it 'vapor the 'revelations?"

To spread kindness, 'slob of butter on bread, 'humbled or troubled?

The head's minus, thoughts 'nother to feelin' dead; I'm puzzled

For why I became misanthropic, the paranoia' cost a fortune

The coffee that's widdiful, as my 'sequoia lost within 'doom

Everybody's sheepin' topic, the both of a blessing & a curse

Is God pitiful for deliverin' hurt? Because, my stressin' causes His thunder (Mhm)

[Bridge: Eckhart Tolle & sy]

You want your problems, you don't want an end to your problems

You become, "addicted" to the problem-making, tendency of the egoic mind

Almighty Lord, may you 'smelt my pride more?

So, it cannot acknowledge the present moment, it's against it

For what's applied for, for what's-

[Verse 2: sy]

The pride differentiates the ego within I', for why it's hard to identify

Tell me, for how to concide? It'd 'chemical imbalance

To confide, but I ain't as their eyes lacks the 'soul behind

Vulnerability 'remains wide, 'plentiful of challenges

Wondering, is there 'solace towards for what's contained?

Or would I be jus' told to, "pray for the better days"?

Pondering in what to formulate, I'm too ashamed (Uh)

Love's language delivers, "tranquil" so I don't end up astray'

But there's none of it; only distance & it's sickenin'

So, I'd plummet in becomin' atheist, where am I positioning?

Strengthenin' relationships 'within, for what's compulsory

The honest that I've been, in hopes You'd forgive

Yeah, the amount of 'sins would 'mount to, "mountain"

But the 'fountain of hope, still 'slopes 'fore I'm outlived

Wouldn't know when, so God, may you please provide guidance?

To do better 'till the end, 'death's the new entrance (Quran 93:7)

In this life, you'd live & forget; but the 'next is transcendence (Lord)

[Chorus: sy & Nate, Nate]

Isn't pride the Devil, that I've once worshipped for?

But it'd only 'tidal the currents, crashin' the shore

The pride is the Devil, in disguise for what's 'bout to 'come

So, here lies, if the recurrence of 'mines is, "too far" (Uh)

Isn't pride the Devil, that I've once worshipped for?

But it'd only 'tidal the currents, crashin' the shore

The pride is the Devil, in disguise for what's 'bout to 'come

So, here lies, if the recurrence of yours' is, "too far" (Too far, too far)

[Outro: Eckhart Tolle]

If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim

Let's say, bad things were done to you when you were a child

And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you