With this ink in my skin we’ve sealed our fate, and the axe comes early (only naturally) So what does that matter? There’s a bed of skeletons waiting for me, on the other side They’re waiting for my next move (next fatal breath) Human lives to me seem so unreal, can’t see through the fog (nothing past a grey wall) see past the stereotype Belief, structure built up in you. I’ll tear you down and the one who created you If they didn’t have One how would they act? If we didn’t have hope how …