Making Right
I'm living with a million ghosts in my head
The Ghosts of Many Unrightfully Dead
I'm cursed to hear the voices others ignore
Voices from crimes done years before
I have to set the record and slate clear
If I'm going to escape this fear
Because I have no right to peace
When the injustices will not cease
I have to save the next generation
From the threat of extermination
Contribute to the cause of restoration
Charity cannot be given with hesitation
When we're already living in desolation
But my depression inhibits my initiation
Social Stress
Walking down a hall so empty you can hear the wind blow pass your ears
Blank sterile faces glaring pass you increasing your intense social fears
A hall of empty souls wandering like tangible ghosts
Unyielding, unmotivated going to their posts
No humanity, no personality, no common ground
Smothered by the apathy and emptiness that's all around
I Cant
Mr Magnif, I Cant
I'm in Signif I Cant
Do want you order me to
Here I'm not equal to you
Some say I'm Will Eng
But call me Abel
But you Cain
So I don't want to be Abel
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