Critical Revelations
Intro: In the year of 2052, all intelligent life on Earth has been reduced to drones that have a purposeful mission for their existence…worshipping the beast…Revelation has arrived…
Verse One
Unexpected the procedure we induced to save our lives, has died
Supplies destroyed, fortresses limited, all saviours shied
Chose the scenario, either way, we fail towards the priest
Infected by his proprieties, world peace is bleak
The mortals afraid to speak, for fear of what to expect
They more content with subtle lives, don’t want to be Urban Legend
Our chance for survival and unity is fucking in crisis
The way we adore our morals, that shit is priceless
Cause when the going gets in a state of emergency
We gentle with being a human demonstration, victim of the surgery
Mouth drooling burgundy, resembling Willis in Die Hard
Attack the competition for the complete art, dressing in war scars
Long gash across our forehead…bullets enter our ribcage
Touching so many beings with lead, nine millimetre tag
Women gagged, another bystander slayed with the mentality
Caused by the money evidently, the lust for high salary
Want to challenge me? Can’t handle me, teach ancient work
Living in the ghetto streets, where the beast lurks
Instincts make me think…we outnumber enemy, good ratio
Seems exaggerated though, how we face circumstance daily, yo
Chorus:
2052, The year that Earths civilization demised
Is the same year that Genesis end arrived
Blind with our eyes, sympathy suits us fine
Regular excruciating pain for the soldiers prime
Marking the decline of our time, fools are surprised
Because the tranquil and despise is rooted with ties….
Destruction accompanies, pride bide with toils
Global Warming burns our colours to the brown of the Earths soils
Plans for redemption spoiled, the outcome is inevitable
Workers crop the remaining fields, only food that’s edible
The packages and overseas deposit is filtered with chemicals
The devil calls, memories lost of the Earths sensible
The prominent and profitable have been lowered, devoured
Bum-rushed, red meat by the scowering street cowards
IQ’s have little impact on this realms society
Trust worthy are companions, as to present day liability
Figurative and literal meaning take endorsing effect
“Order your supply of warfare easy on
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Even ambassadors and politicians are senseless
Sparing their hours working on false solutions to the worlds pollution
Cops stalking ghetto prey, abusing domestic strays
More satisfaction gained, with each demonic bullet sprayed
The suburbs now littered with oppressors, mind state, waiting for dawn
As the faint, distinct pictures of happy times layed on the sidewalks by crayon
Day on, day off…cease to communicate with the darkness that follows
As each day passes, increase in brutilate how the artists get swallowed
Chorus
Damage, explosives send off climaxing complex
The purpose polluted and perplexed by the dominating surface
Trife encircles the minorities: the dominoes fall accordingly
Shortly after the exhuming government falls just like Nostradamus seen
Shit discovered to solve the bodies, which are decaying
Lotions and formulas prescribed to stop beauty from aging
But the women hood has been proclaimed deceased…scathed by the beast
Resting horrid catacombs, that substance of filth flowing to my knees
Distressed, I am the messiah; I must finally spin these tires
Cast out evil spirits, restore health, and delete liars
Leave elementary common sense to its natural
Rose up the snakes that crawl, my presence they appalled
Discriminated, their true colours kept shaded
The aftermath of my elevation; My dream only laminated
The demon of hell, himself, foolishly I forgot the disguise
I endured his shit…though he would abide…easily described
The mass of evil continued its shallow tune; the truth awaited its doom
Waiting for the moon to resume its tinted loom, casting shadows on heavens blooms
City left in ruins, this whole saga is similar to the seen displayed today
Everyday ways braided with Hell’s blade, caskets lowered and laid
Never heard someone speak so deeply to this degree...about
The dirt, our body’s cremation reunited with its history
Chorus twice