• This is the beginning of the next chapter.
    According to many, it’s the beginning of the final hour.
    Either way I’m here to win.
    Either way I’m here to face my sins.
    Either way I’m looking to change this world for the youth.
    Doing whatever I can to distribute my proof.
    Corruption surrounds us all.
    You can’t see it, but civilization has already taken its fall.
    Suicide of the masses.
    Homicide of the classes.
    The 1% is in total control.
    Screwing the middle class seems to be their goal.
    The lowdown and the poor who lie at our core
    Are ignored when they should be nurtured and adored.
    Regardless of what happens, this is the end.
    We’ve given up on true ideals, on the good within.
    Everyone feels the same yet refuses to confess it.
    Instead many join the bandwagon and decide to protest it.
    Ignoring the warning “you reap what you sow.”
    Now it’s death and destruction that we choose to grow.
    Selfishness and greed.
    The reason why war has become so routine.
    Hate and a subliminal chaos reign.
    The evil becomes the atmosphere and we corrode in the acid rain.
    The words of falsifiers continue to poison our youth.
    Yet this system of destruction is not full proof.
    We can still break through and bring about salvation.
    Save society.
    Save the world.
    Save the boys and save the girls.
    Fix what we’ve broken and make a new start.
    Even when we’re dealing with loss and our hearts stop.
    We owe it to those who’ve left us behind.
    We must make this place better for all of mankind.
    I know many ignore my words and fall for the corruptive seduction.
    I don’t care, for this eternal flow is merely my introduction.
    Crafting these lyrical cytokines.
    When I’m done the game will be mine.
    Then I’ll lead us in the right direction.
    Chant my name, November, as you listen to this lyrical interjection.