[Verse 1: Conor]
Rapper set in his pedigree
Understanding ostensibly skewed
His self image imbued by his own entity
Set apart in an industry
Set the parts to essentially
Part the heart of his tendencies
Restarting his own energy
Cool calm and collectively
Pushing tracks to potentially
Change his mindframe
Sustain a sense of empathy
Sense his mental is meant to be
Sense to make sense sentimentally
Ascension sent
Send love to every friend of me
Paws,- Nikyu Nikyu
Distance needed to meet you
Forces are way too see through
To keep us from what we need to
Pause,- ain't no redos
Life is anxious to meet you
Striving to be free too
Do whatever we please who’s
Laws,- can cease to
Make you dreams be true
Make your heart retreat to
Make your mind not be you
God,- will see to
Anything you believe true
Anything you perceive do
Everything you’ll achieve too
[Chorus: Conor]

Crush anything in your way
Say what you gotta say
Live your life with no hate
Some call that God

Everyone has their day
Everyone can get paid
Every wish can be prayed
Some call that God

If we had our say
No one’d have to pay
No one’d be made
So we pray to God

One day we’ll all say
We’ve had enough spray
Rewrite parts in this play
And be our own God

[Verse 2: Rav]
Nah
I won't be preaching platitudes
Only twenty-something
I will not speak on behalf of you
I don't think it's admirable
I won't wear no mask for you
Rapping is the avenue for me to crack my passwords through
And I'm not claiming that my thinking's lateral
Or somehow masterful
In fact I find it so flawed it's incompatible
With my life
It's only natural I don't adapt it to nobody else
Try work my habits and blindness in parallel
My life's no roller coaster it's a Ferris wheel
Or carousel and my horse ain't a high horse
It was never real
My chemicals coat all sorts of terrible
Memories in caramel susceptible to variables
And my conclusions ever-changing
So I rarely will provide advice
But if I do ignore I'd really spare yourself
My truths are skeletal at best and they develop still
So chase your God on purpose
But I won't pledge to Hell
[Outro: Sample]
Everything that lives is designed to end
We are perpetually trapped
In a never ending spiral of life and death
Is this a curse?
Or some kind of punishment?
I often think about the God who blessed us with this kind of cryptic puzzle
And wonder if we'll ever have the chance to kill him