Every year has a month

Every month has a week

Every week has a day

Every day has an hour

Every hour has a minute

Every minute has a second

Time starts now

My god, when

When you pulling in again?

I'ma ride for ya

'Cause lust, jealousy, and envy

Is a vibes killer

Now wrath and anger turns me

Into a guerilla

Now lead me, Lord

Like a battle axe

In the hands of the strongest warrior

Deploy your angels, now hurry up

Too global to be local

Too real to be loco

I'm letting go, letting God

Lead me to your circle

Words are your logo

Then this world need to hear more

If love is your cure

Then this world needs to feel more

I'm not a victim

But I coulda been

Not beat by the system

'Cause they couldn't win

Right now, I'm water

Turning into steam, I'm

Catching on glass and turning pristine

Like on a roof of Sistine, I'm

Superior to demons and inferior to God

Now lead me, Lord

Too global to be local

Too real to be loco

I'm letting go, letting God

Lead me to your circle

Words are your logo

Then this world needs to hear more

If love is your cure

Then this world needs to feel more

Spawn of the fallen angels

Satan can turn a table

Make you feel shameful

Make every day painful

Jealousy, Cain and Abel

Your addictions are carnal

Distractions in babble

Distortions are normal

Your body is external and your spirit is eternal

Your soul is internal, if your mind's confused, keep a journal