My son, My son,
Come let's prepare you for greatness.
Follow the ones that deplete lesser's patients.
Oh, oh ohh
My son, your streets are paved with gold.
I'm standing right by your side,
This invisible force can't keep you in it's clutches.
Bound by denial, hatred, and love!
And those who proclaim they have become the scapegoats.
We are the
We are the
We are the flood
And this could be something more
This could be what our eyes are searching for.
And this could be our way out alive
Tell me can't you see what is blind?
Now your voice fills with smoke,
But this palace can't be silenced by the ashes
By the ashes
Don't let the past and useless
Details define and choke your existence.
Perverted sense of peace and grace relentless measure
And you will bury yourself inside relentless pleasure.
