right now my life's so full of obstructions
and there's no more instructions on how to go forward n function
am i cornered, i don't know but it's horror, corruption has formed
i feel foreign, abducted for torture in some quarters; my dungeon
i'm alone but what for, was i born to forfeit my conscience?
cuz my wars are abundant, what's in store- distortion's amongst us
warriors, they're monsters transformin the youngsters to abnormal
who will warn them, encumbered by numbers comin to swarm in
and perform their production, destroyin construction, ignorin discussion
not explorin the pungent from absorbin the junctions of disorder, disruptin
our portal, they've auctioned the world's portrait cuz thoughts did pour in, they're tellin
them they're poor, that exhausted their morals too much then ornaments flourished
or's this assumption?
let's sort out the jumps then... (that means let's figure out why i'm freaking out)