split split drift drift. are we really just sick children x2 saw the world a little different when they got started gave it love gave it hugs life imparted to the souls they could reach till they're disheartened by a world suffocating from past trauma like a leach latching on to a newcomer make they veins start to clog like they line them up with butter. till the point they cant be reached by another. tell em its genetics they got it from they mother or missing father pull the wool over eyes sent to the slaughter just another kid filled with prescriptions they wanna test out cause the money lining up they collars choking out what was left till they call us grown ups probably why we meeting all them suicidal quotas they claim they wanna help we a name in the folder and while we keep sleeping the world just gets colder yet they wanna call us sick sick children yeah to them we just sick sick children dollar signs indoctrination make us villains Still I see through lies you hide behind that fictitious disguise this journey of mine the son will arise all of her judgment will fill up the sky end of the line for your demise our hearts are majick gifts of the divine. feeling sublime when that rhyme is delivered on time solving a riddle that loosens my mind stay yo grind kid pay em no mind mid just be yourself make most of your time despite all the darkness dont fall in line and we gonna win big. this monkey dont split unify all of us till we stay lit yeah they call us call us sick children fuck that we ain't sick sick children we just symptoms of a broken system so we the cure if we just close our eyes and listen.