[Verse 1: DOA]
I never thought I’d see something like this, so righteous
While I just shut my eyes to the constant violence, you might wanna try this
Alone in a room in perfect silence
Like at home in a zone everyplace I go like I flow when I close my eyelids
Is this what life is?
It’s one of the hardest, most difficult things to see through the darkness
Like a decomposing carcass, a body with a chest that’s heartless
So as I start this, it’s gonna get harder to finish
‘cause we’re all just moving targets and images for other people to diminish
I’m a percentage, not only a man but a number
I won’t even live to the summer
I’ll be stuck in eternal slumber
I watch as the dumb get dumber, that’s the answer
It happens faster than any natural disaster or cancer under your slumber
Birds like fire, there’s nobody higher
The sky’s the limit, and while I’m up in it…
You can say I came in the game where you gain your fame for five minutes
Well they can sit and hate and wait for the day that I’m finished
But now I’m finished

[Chorus: Isor One]
The depths of these verses like a web that disperses from a hellish scolding furnace to the steps of holy churches
Both sides of the spectrum
Humans interconnect them
Creating what we call life
May death bring the next one
The depths of these verses like a web that disperses from a hellish scolding furnace to the steps of holy churches
Both sides of the spectrum
Humans interconnect them
Creating what we call life
May death bring the next one

[Verse 2: Isor One]
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, putting work in for certain
Lurking behind a shadow, going unnoticed until the show is about to begin
Now who will be the next contestant to attempt to step up and win the chance of a lifetime?
The gift of righteous breath, the choice of life or death
The chance to behold the beauty of a light outstretched
But there’s a catch
The other side of the spectrum
A hornet’s nest of mayhem
They’re waiting for someone to save them
There’s no salvation for the wicked
Killers, thieves and liars setting fires in the streets to keep warm while starving out in the freezing cold…
With no sense of accomplishment, wandering lost souls
The story unfolds in front of you like a movie scene
But it remains to be seen which path the actors choose to go in cruise control
The script is unrehearsed, who’s the director is uncertain
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

[Chorus: Isor One]
The depths of these verses like a web that disperses from a hellish scolding furnace to the steps of holy churches
Both sides of the spectrum
Humans interconnect them
Creating what we call life
May death bring the next one
The depths of these verses like a web that disperses from a hellish scolding furnace to the steps of holy churches
Both sides of the spectrum
Humans interconnect them
Creating what we call life
May death bring the next one