Lifting of the Veil - Epiphany From The Abyss

A crack in the mirror of our perfect world Painted a picture we thought we deserved Caught in this image we thought of as life The truth is unveiled... Our lives Were all lies Now we stare The truth in the eye Lost all hope Lost all strength No relief No escape A path through the forest of all our lost minds Wandering wraiths in the vacuum of time Bleeding the truth through a crack in the sky Trapped in a prison world in our own minds Our world Revolving Circling A dying star All lost. consumed by serenity The truth unveiled the true misery Deceived by an image of a perfect world Deceived by the veil All our minds wiped away by the rain Lost inside with nothing to gain Standing in line at tranquility lane Fighting the light while exhaling the pain Soothing sunset Calming silence Witness the revelation Inhale the dust from the real world

We all know what lies behind the walls of deceit These are the thoughts that keep him awake These are the thoughts that keep him awake He contemplates his fate He has to decide He has to decide what it is he truly wants An hour of pleasure or two ruined lives? He has to decide He can't sever the voices from his mind This time no trust, this time What is his choice, not what is his fate To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life but hers too? What is his choice? What is his choice, not what is his fate To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life but hers too? Separate the time and place, he has come to the end, the end He holds onto false ideas of what makes a man He thinks no more about the love of another He chooses to only satisfy himself Selfishness is not the word He has chosen but he knows this is wrong And he chooses, and he chooses to be free He inserts... death for lust, she grieves He inserts... death for lust, she grieves He must choose what he wants He must choose what he wants She puts her hands around his weak and sweaty neck He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now There is blood and there are tears for this occasion She can't sever the voices from his mind

Overnight, Minneapolis on fire Protestors leaving an auto parts store in flames Others seen looting a local Target Tonight was a different night of protesting I walk around with confidence, plottin' on accomplishments Plannin' somethin' radical in the cut, so anonymous I don't fuck with my president, tried to block all Mexicans If he hear this message, please don't send SWAT to my residence The police keep on killin' us, hands up then they start to shoot Bad enough I'm scared of them and afraid 'bout my niggas too I'm screamin', "Black is beautiful," views are probably anti-race I can see the fear in your eyes when you look in my face We all been on this paper chase, the only way to keep us free All I see is red and green, money soak when my foes'll bleed I'm pourin' up my Hennessy, fightin' with my shadow self End up back in therapy, next to God, that's what seems to help Got a tat' of Malcolm X, other one is young Bruce Lee Always practice martial arts, misinformed then you need to read The truth they always hidin' in books because they always overlooked That's all I need to say in this verse, and now here comes the hook Reportin' live from the depths of the abyss, I'm at risk When I be talkin' to my people like this, raise my fist I tell Trump and the office to suck a dick, bitch, I'm pissed Reportin' live from the depths of the abyss, the abyss Reportin' live from the depths of the abyss, I'm at risk When I be talkin' to my people like this, raise my fist I tell Trump and the office to suck a dick, bitch, I'm pissed Reportin' live from the depths of the abyss, the abyss, the abyss When is it really gon' change? When is it really gon' stop? When is it really gon' change? When is it really gon' stop? When is it really gon' change? When is it really gon' stop? When is it really gon' change? When is it really gon' stop?

I believe that happiness is self-fulfillment I believe that if a person neglects fulfilling any capacity, and Trait that he has, there's that inherent feeling of unhappiness If a person is, uh, gifted artistically, and doesn't express it If he is gifted musically and doesn't express it He's neglecting part of himself, and is not fulfilling himself And if we realize, if we took the effort to realize what we really are The strength of the capacity that we have, and develop them to the fullest Then we'll all be happy I love you, but I also don't What if I'm making a mistake? What if I'm making a mistake? I love you, but I also don't Won't you please love me tomorrow? Won't you please love me tomorrow? I love you, but I also don't And I need a little of you in my life I need a little of you in my life (Then we will be happy) It's haunting me in the night I barely put up a fight anymore, anymore The only way to escape A damaged head and heartache, is to grow numb, is to grow numb Think restlessly as you may Things you can't ever retrace The piece has fallen in play She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she just forgot She always remembers at the best times I love you, but I also don't What if I'm making a mistake? What if I'm making a mistake? I love you, but I also don't Won't you please love me tomorrow? Won't you please love me tomorrow? I love you, but I also don't And I need a little of you in my life I need a little of you in my life We had an ethicist; Rabbi Dessler, who said: "People make a serious mistake in thinking that you give to those whom you love The real answer is you love those to whom you give" Alright? And his point is If I give something to you, I've invested myself in you Right? Now that part of me has become in you There's part of me in you that I love Part of me in you that I love