Religare Freestyle Vol. 01

Ah
What
Bars out in the open
I see the profiles
It's a parade of bullets

Tell me, where do you see my essence?
Tell me where your strength goes
Slowly sinking into the darkness
I reach the point where there's no anesthesia
No cure or solution for what burns me
Prayers and pleas, various phobias
Now today's world is a parody
Of the ideal superhuman that God wanted to create
Nobody listened, so they went for their entrance
Into the bad, gloomy world
A cold swamp where today's human lives
They're lost, confused
I see everyone aimless, everyone
Every person I cross, I discover
They lack something deep down to give them a push
Where did all that go?
All those longings for internal Eden gardens, I
Let them all return to their hell
I head to the point where everything is verse
Poetic, pragmatic art, abstract
I bring it out, I break it in my wide field, I
I'm the roots of your tree, I
I'm hanging like a rosary
From my own soul falling into the void, oh, oh
I can't even see the abyss
I just know I'm falling, I
I regurgitate my silence
I synthesize the words to the perfect timing
Because the speed I apply is from another universe, I

Religare Freestyle