Hurry to the South-
The warmth’ll keep you safe from the cold, bitter reality-
Subjected to forced opinions lacking hospitality-
Keep your mind set straight, your opinion is your soul-
There’s a lot of gray area from the North to the South pole-
Sacrifice your thought and you lose recognition-
Blurry faced and you don’t know whose life you livin’-
What you were given is gone-
A shingle in the storm-
Like sand through your fingers while the dune’s at your feet-
Crimson death marks stain the concrete-
Birthmarks obsolete-
Mutilated wisdom-
All around anarchism-
When all you wanna do is spark a little izm-
Lights out, champion-style, welcome to prison-

Come inside, choose sides to your fate that’s the beginning of the end-
Again-
Comprehend-
Free will can’t compensate-
Reasonable doubt may force you to debate-
Negotiate-
As you lose the race, drop to your knees-
While the war breaks through, blue in the face, I thought you knew that there is no gray area-

They implicitly hate what I explicitly can’t state-
Comprehension being key, bridge turbulence over the sea-
Chaos among the masses,
Land-locked, minds blocked to the truth they can’t smell-
Lock the gates,
Welcome to hell-
You’ve reached South~