(Verse 1)

We see that our worth is less,
than any species.
Vermin,
Hermits,
Lurkin'
and purgin'
all this verbal vomit. I am honestly
seeking some professional help.
This is therapeutic music.
I do it
for mental health.
Imminence
of the basic stasis
is evident,
when these limited resources
are incompetent.
To new heights of grandeur,
Get abused with slander.
Physically bullied with laughter
makes you pander, If
Trust is dismantled.
Incisions to the brain,
like a judgmental catheter.
Feeling diseased with pain.
Jaded and damaged
immigrant,
spittin' acid-like
venomous
solution
to all my problems
to make a good riddance.
Living in past terms.
Developed a thick skin,
that got stripped
with kicks and hits,
that could make a misfit
take a pic
out of this collage
of distress. Yes.
It's only escape I have.
I am feeling suppressed.

(Verse 2)

Suffering from identity crisis
caught between assimilation
and heritage glorification.
Adaptation to this civilization
is like a novelization,
as I read between
this intolerance.
Behold the story
of my integration.
Second class citizen
risking losing his citizenship.
His patriotism is questioned,
because he's a Muslim.
Labeled as treacherous,
once he starts protesting.
Crooked governments
with opposing opinions
view us as anarchists,
that serve the purpose
of a certain collective
or a far fetched agenda
of world domination.
But the only purpose
being served
is globalization.
For certain,curtains
are established
to blind the masses.
Extremists everywhere,
Islamophobics obsession.

(Verse 3)

Laws are given a pass,
So we can pass
it on like gas.
Blown outta proportion,
so we won't last.
Smoke is cleared,man.
Smells noxious.
We're nauseous.
Exhausted.
Cautious.
Treading at costs
of not calling out a Caucus
Of Cocky Caucasians,
that are fueled with hate and prejudice.
Silent,yet deadly bills
are filled in parliament.
We are washing machines,
ready to rinse
this permanent filth.
Insert the exchanging point,
After emphatic sentence.
Up to drop knowledge.
Might be caged after this.
Trying to deface oppression,
Berserker Barrage in.
Reporters are nothing more
than dark orifices,
that formulate instigators
to orbit our gatherings.
Provoking us in the name
of fighting censorship,
once we get offended
when they draw in
the profits.