Uhm, I got stains on my hands from the work
Fitting changing my hands full of purple
I′ve got a razor sharp edge, I ain't hurting
So why you hurting me, why you hurting me?
Can′t you see I'm a man in your perfect
How could recreation be the cursed fruits?
With their eyes bulging, staring back at you
Does it not give you nightmares? I know I
There is freedom in the skies
Can't help but to wonder if you got to it
And they hope the casket don′t conceal
What′s in the casket isn't the real them
That′s all the universe chose to seal them
Temporarily, momentarily, nature would steal
Bow before the presence before me
I could feel all of the glory
I feel your peace, I feel your peace
I'm into peace, I am the piece
I got a pistol and pistol hole punched in the opposition
Any predator prey, prepare for an RIP
RIP, oh I see, is it the lure, ohh
To the freedom in the sky
Can't help but wonder if you got it already
Can′t help but wonder if you graduated
To all those wonders that you fascinated
To the freedom in the sky
Can′t help but wonder if you got it already
Can't help but wonder if you graduated
To all those wonders that you fascinated