Qil:
I can hear the church bells singing and a lonely clock ringing along,
All along I was wrong, all along I was gone while you produced a wicked sense of couth in the wise and the young who turned to hateful prawns that pawned your vicious arms for the things they never knew. It started with a whisper then it turned into a coup and soon enough you grew up to prove what we can do, but I have lived my life in hopes that I would never you
Cause a human sipping you could never win I got no proof
But I got this picture of you inside a grave, you're deep in the dirt and you're barely worth the stone that we weighed
You're reaching through earth in search of persons who may have stayed
But all have swayed away from your grasp, at last we have escaped
Alas, you are agape with blazes of our mistakes so take heed before you rise again, you are a self-consuming piece that we will not fit in

Hook (Anneka Allman):
No matter what they say
I'll give myself away
In hopes the world'll sway
Some day, some day
I'm looking through the grey
At a life without pain
I hope the world'll sway
Some day, some day

Qubicity:
Don't know how to carry myself now that you're gone
I guess I had you on my back so long that i got strong
Does my life keep moving along?
If there's nothing to fight for and no point in writing songs?
I guess we're celebrating but I'm stuck in the mourning
What am I to do when I get up every morning?
Goodbye to the things that we have carried for life
It's time all of the hate we faced got buried in spite
the history, illness, the isms, the phobes
The amber alerts that force their way to your phones
I guess I'm just skeptical that we could let it all go
We been fighting so long we only care for the foes
But why'm I sitting here only worried bout me
Got to worry bout we
Let the world start to be
For the lord around the corner that was born into horror
I devote myself so that I can fade to the borders

Hook (Anneka Allman)

Sterling Duns
The other day I was
Sifting through some old albums
Your someone I'll never forget
But I'll live without ya
The memories are deep
Your touch so cold
But your grip too weak
I seen you turn the bravest hearts into cowards
I seen your never ending thirst for power
But your hour has come
The reaper gets us all
They say when you're reached ur purpose
The reaper gets the call
I came hear to hoop
I ain't come in here to ball
the mentality's different
It requires a vision
It requires precision
It requires an image of yourself held up
Simple, In its purest form
My missions the same
The burden unloaded
You have no power
I want u to know this
You've torn apart nations
Turned homes into wasteland
But no more for ya boy
Upwards, onwards to greatness