[Verse 1: Illogic]

Agony and tragic realizations
Tainted relations assembled atop of quicksand foundation
No preparation for the prosperity sinking
Innovation is thinking, triggering success, igniting the fuse of stress
Heartache and heartbreak, emotional displacement
Hopeful disappointment trapped within this physical encasement
A delusional ointment
Massaged into the minds of those who find existence frozen
Time accompanied by loads of pain
Inevitable ending
Laced with an unknown destination
Excessive fear is the undertow of situation locations
Religious limbo, a consequence awaits every action
Prescriptions given by civilians to keep mental planes from crashing
Inhale for coping fashion
Shoot up for some relief
Guzzle to gain confidence
Roll trees to escape this nonsense
Live to die, to survive has never been achieved
I love life so i guess I'm a masochist that can't wait to leave

[Verse 2: Illogic]
Painless no struggle for survival
Sipping from silver streams where dreams are now pedestrians
Tangible happiness
Driven by fantasy interaction
Lacking flesh restriction, angels to crowds (?)come power(?) I'm rippin'
A venue where souls listen
The gardens a stage
There's a vast field of wildflowers as styles tower from pages
Clouds are pedestals with pools of words to swim through
Drowning is bliss, and destiny's sealed with a kiss
Walking with love and contentment hand in hand
Upon streets of golden sand encountering lost family and friends
Hardship is a pastime that capsized
The entrapment of lies abolished
Everyone has a moral platform polished by the hands of celestials
And heavenly cotton-balls where we can stand for lifetimes not threatened by the fall
Thoughts remain pure, no tainted speech
We speak with emotions in a paradise that doesn't cease

[Outro: Illogic] (Repeat 2x)
Life can be a setback, and death can be progression
Life can be a burden and death can be release
Life can be a problem and death can be a solution
If your life is death there can be nothing left but increase