This barrier of concept
This wall of the dead
I will not be held down with endless regret
You have got to break away from the art of breaking your neck
Contemplating on the existence of walls that you create
In the end your'e nothing but a fossil of your hate
Pat yourself upon the back for throwing the dogs a bone
Remember this in torment and know that you've been warned

I wake up every single day man
And I'm telling myself again and again
This is where it ends

The draining pace of a generation comes to end
I will not bow down to the price of what you call a man

These liberated thoughts have flooded through my battlefield
Now watch us as we take down all these armies of the blind
Take my hand, before the crossroads
Naked as the unborn child that you have labeled as your Faith
Turn your back, reprogramming how you think
Words become the undertow unless you live them out