As The Light Fades (Skeler Remix)

Well this is only speculation

But the world might burn away any minute

I've failed to separate the difference between fact and what's fiction

Where is my mind?

You all are puppets that the government holds imprisoned

You cant move on unless you pay the officials

Just let it go

We'll soon dissolve into the earth like the rest of em'

Giving space to the pestilence

If we fight the infection

It stays the same

We look to god but all we're left with is negligence

Religion sits on a pedestal

Ignoring the peasants created from devils that dont exist

So where is the light?

It's intentions are evil

And now my people see through your lies

Mane times' a wastin'

Inclination tends to bury the hope

I've been craving

I think I'm bound to drive your brain to the pavement

And muscle on

This is the zone it's dog eat dog

Then your gone with the seasons

The taste of war I find it sweeter

When powered by lethal forces

It's important to remain in your circle

Stay in your lane and travel close to save your morals and purpose

So shade the-

Won't let me live

They will never just leave me be

All the shit I see in mainstream makes me sick

And not wanna be apart of this planet no more

If intelligence is out there then they laugh at us like fools

There's no point to even compare

Empty lies from our leaders start the crumble of a nation

Trust is now a question as the government keeps wasting

All our hard made money in some fight we have no place in

Need to bring it back on home and get that money in circulation

But look closer still we have a lot to learn in our species as a whole

Tensions building everyday as opinions start to grow

Everyone now has a voice and they all wanna make it know

Stirring shit within the pit and trying to spite our own

They say there's hope for my future if I just bow to uncle Sam

Why do I need your permission to make money in this land

Take a cut of what we make and just pretend that nothing wrong

Tell me face the music kid you better obey and move along

Something ain't right if I'm going hungry at night

All these bills they keep stacking up

And the presser is gettin tight on

My mind it feeling like a punching bag to these suits

Demoralizing the subject just to mold them to their views

Fear the master of puppets that holds the strings they suffocate

Cut me free so I can leave

I take no part in what they make

Try to paint a perfect picture of this planet we call home

But all I see in our people is just a bunch of selfish drones