Chester Watson - Execution lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Londes] I am not forcing anything on anyone They are merely practicing a faith That they decided to believe in of their own free will Tell me, why do you think people believe in God? Because they want to It's not easy living in such an ugly coherent world There's no certainty and nothing to hope for People are lost, so they reach out, don't you get it? God didn't create humans, no, it's humans who created God [Verse 1: Chester Watson] Walking down the border of fame Go to war, torch the mortar, throw it Watch the gorgeous pain Blaine break the brace, close the portable frame Loiter thangs, drain, die, enjoy the rain Grains I absorb the flame Chain, I'm the next man Saying "Chester, Chester" Gotta laugh while the sword is slaying Gore but the fort is tame Sorta strange And as I look up at the sky for a second Life was a record, ain't a chord I'd change [Hook: Chester Watson] Introspective figure, where my introspective n***a's? Betta fetch detectives n***a, ain't a clue left Who's next? Careful dreadful living, gotcha info adherent n***a Mixing terroristic tendencies with mellow written energy And get this n***a Chester, asking questions Like "You ain't gon' leave me?" Pick apart these beats and barbecue em' like it's grilling season [Verse 2: Chester Watson] Starfish gloom, and a trip to doom I think I'm lucid dreaming Moving Jesus off it, check the wood as if the cross is bleeding Dragon Yo' wake the dude, it's fire breathing Burn the church to nothing Search the ashes for a higher meaning Dire reasons Or a deadly end, the Mayan's seen it I was always trippin' Natural floor, so that I will see it Gliding through the light It's hard to fight it, because the right was evil Court is only villains and they wonder why I'm not believing About to die and as I look up at the sky for a second If life was a record, there's a chord I'd change [Hook: Chester Watson] Introspective figure, where my introspective n***a's? Betta fetch detectives n***a, ain't a clue left Who's next? Careful dreadful living, gotcha info adherent n***a Mixing terroristic tendencies with mellow written energy And get this n***a Chester, asking questions Like "You ain't gon' leave me?" Pick apart these beats and barbecue em' like it's grilling season [Verse 3: Chester Watson] Starfish gloom, and a trip to doom I think I'm lucid dreaming Moving Jesus off it, check the wood as if the cross is bleeding So what's this executions reason? Nothing, retribution, justice, hatred or a spook to the legions? If I knew it, I would try and patch it up Wish you were adhesive Who's the hero? No, what's more important is finding who's the demon Demons in disguise Lower his eyes as they guillotine him Reading civil lies, as the cries from his ruined people Already dead and as I look down from the sky for a second If life was a record all the chords I'd change