Stirred and converged when the echo came through
With a stir that converges half the legion that bunk through
Violations of emotion that toured black and blue
In the midst of all gagas, shins and that truce
Between preaches and the preacher of faith that weakens their soul
When it's theoretically crafted to kindle the cold
But it's getting old with governmental whoremonger and gist
Of murderous thoughts swimming in the mist
You see they make us pass judgment through narcotised conversation
And they make us detest the diabolic population
Like it's a rule of engagement between a racemose sentence
Except it's a fatality of a pacification
Between self and self only; no questions asked
Until the mud is absolved and duly surpassed
-PRK-
