i'm a complex man drawn off with things of simplicity drawn by the light of man not by the sight of god i see all the people of isreal claiming gihad holy war punishment due trying to kill us all like jews in the holocaust fill your bodys with hollow tips kill the pain of being a man of sins hiding behind the tint of the soul the light is blinding binding me into a new man maybe it's the world's or maybe it's god's plan for a new breed of man to live to give to supply the air with new thoughts souls being bought a dime a dozen dirty cats getting down on their dope and fiend coping by the thousands the sands of time running out wars going on in the streets in countries people dying people crying while on the inside we are all dying soul crying for something more but it seems like a lost cause fighting this war put it on pause and look at who we are hurting shunning each other away look at this from a different point of view everyday