SHADOW IN THE MIRROR
[Solace Zeta]
Verse 1:
The past-shoots to back-when my rapping was in the crap-chutes of imperfection/
Embracing the taste of health, face-to-face with myself, but still-I, reckon-stressing, second-guessing, for hours-when scouring the reflection/
Will-I be able to enable the transformation/
Mislabeled as a pretender, disabled as a transcender of imagination/
It entails-inconsistent details,-reminiscent/
Of the lines between dreams and reality/
The designs seen seem in mentality/
I see shadows, beneath the surface layer/
Silver lining gleaming like pilfered diamonds/
Shining on the crystal ball of a soothsayer/
I respond, see beyond the shrouds-of-luminosity/
Clouds-of-animosity/
Detected through my ocular-perception/
It's erected like looming sculptures of vultures/
Presuming the popular-inception/
Of aggression, intensely, within me, grooming its resurrection/
Manifesting-the-doubts, questioning-without/
Remorse, see-course is the texture once-wounds-fester/
The poisoned c*nts-swoon-sequestered/
Released then unleashed like fears on the psyche/
Birthed-from-adumbrations in mirrors it just might-be/
What will emerge-some-imaginations of flesh cooking-fast/
But as confidence-materializes my competence-realizes Embattling, it's clearly merely a shadow-in the looking-gla**…
HOOK A:
[)(Look at what they abandoned in their panic. They were afraid. They were too scared, so they hid it away from the public. Losing all sense of shame and honor. Casting aside the civilization, and abandoning the science that created it. Shutting the lid of the Pandora's Box they themselves had opened!)(]
Verse 2:
A product of my environment/
I saw-what raw materials underwent refinement/
But I, in time-went/to search out my identity/
And work out who were my enemies/
A suitor to the future/
You qualify if you use-your/
Intuition and apply it to prove-your/
Significant, if without incident, one maintains the same mind frame/
It's the oasis-of-tranquility that's drawn upon the faceless-utilities of destruction/
Morality is un-possessed, yet impressed upon in the instruction/
The world is place unsafe and cold/
Where cries are ignored, lives are sold/
Handed out like prizes with wars occurring/
Nobody realizes so study the disguises of wording/
Dreams shatter and break like mirrors/
Makes you mad-stuck with bad-luck and tears/
Stakes are raised, fiery and ablaze like crucifixes/
Why-are-we concerning ourselves entirely with juice-&-riches?/
Focused consumption our function like locusts ravaging/
Beauteous-lands with our dubious-plans damaging/
With regularity life's sanctified-rarity/
Rife and tainted-by-vulgarity/
Our presence like filthy-stains on hand-woven-tapestries/
Factual in reference to the guilty-remains left by land-broken-factories/
It's unnatural the scarring regarding nature, place-your/
Hands-together/
Understand-for-better/
Face-your-fears & taste-your-tears as a man-forever…
HOOK B:
[Is this what it all comes to? Not much now to think it brought civilization right to the brink. A giant step backwards in mankind's evolution toward eternity and redemption. The ultimate scientific nightmare. I can't believe the politicians would dare to tempt fate again.]