They fall into the ground, never to fly away
I'm most afraid of being left in absent space
First world genocide
Death won't leave none alive
The breath we speak runneth dry
The flesh gives up the soul
So it goes
I don't know tomorrow, but I know this
If you dig a big hole, then throw away all your gifts
I'm talking talent in the ground
No talking talent in the ground
Affiliations of silly nations
That judge according
In association with
Demonstrating the most appalling
And it's much worse than we think
Because we're not calling
Deep in the woods and
We're not out yet
And the smoke out in the distance
Will put you out of position
If you don't have the compass ingrained
Not meant for everyone.
Run when only nature can thrive and build your altars up
Sacrificing all but your life, just calling audibles
I don't know tomorrow, but I know this
If you dig a big hole, then throw away all your gifts
I'm talking talent in the ground
No talking talent in the ground
And they still say Cain
Came did his own thing
Was his own man
Woop woop gang gang
Put up both hands
Don't shoot
No plans
And that's how Markass savages began
An evil out there really think they gonna win
Standing at the gate saying how we go in
Staring at the face
Ain't he managed but a grin
But to this day, it's somewhere out there standing
And it's finna be a long, long time
You ain't got no reception