Chester Watson, Dr. Londes - Execution lyrics

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


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

Betta fetch detectives nigga
Ain't a clue left who's next?
Careful dreadful living
Gotcha info adherent nigga
Mixing terroristic tendencies with
Mellow written energy
And get this nigga Chester, asking questions
Like "You ain't gon' leave me?"
Pick apart these beats and barbecue
Em' like it's grilling season


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
Ayahuasca 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

Betta fetch detectives nigga
Ain't a clue left who's next?
Careful dreadful living
Gotcha info adherent nigga
Mixing terroristic tendencies with
Mellow written energy
And get this nigga Chester, asking questions
Like "You ain't gon' leave me?"
Pick apart these beats and barbecue
Em' like it's grilling season


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
With shoe 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