Channel me your majesty,
We’ve seen a lot of death,
So show us the code,
We’ll help remove the blind folds,
I’m not afraid of the darkness of souls,
Now why do they unload ammo just for show?
Does it make them feel like men?
I’m not afraid to die,
I get to see my peeps,
Because when your eyes are open,
Don’t you know you’re asleep?
Why do they not teach all that is real,
Truth in its only form,
Not just mass appeal,
For dividend yields.

Damn.
I stayed high,
It kind of crept,
Inexplicable to the third degree,
Since I lest wept,
It’ll all be hashed out in the books,

All the secrets that I kept.
It’s all funny,
Because I couldn’t see
And it’s not what I mean,
Dimethyltryptamine,
Incite my night terror dreams.