I Who Have Nothing
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics

Intersections in real time
In the present moment, various paths and possibilities converge

The umbro can circle in dimensions of the mind
The subconscious can expand possibilities beyond the physical world

Atomic bonds
The fundamental connections between all things

The eternal time that defines
Time is a force that shapes and defines existence

The vanity of my insanity in through time
My madness is worthless and will eventually fade away over time

Will shine
My existence will have a lasting impact

Like the night seeds under the moon
My potential is hidden and waiting to grow

The haunted corners of familiar rooms
I am haunted by my own past and memories

Yet i'm consumed
I am overwhelmed

With vanishing into thin air
I want to disappear or escape

The realization that this shit is my cross to bare
I must deal with my own struggles and hardships

So where
Where was my plan?

Did I think I could run away to see
Did I really believe I could escape my problems?

The people that decided to leave without asking me
Those who left my life without my consent

But we
But humans

Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
We hold onto hope for a better future

And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows
We seek out companionship to distract ourselves from pain

For my distractions the books of paper that i've scrawlened
My distraction is the poetry I've written

I'm eloquent in summer breeze and leaves just have fallen
I have a way with words even though they are fleeting and impermanent

I crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end
I feel powerless and hopeless

With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
In my experience, love often leads to pain and heartbreak

I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
My only solace is in my own mistakes and flaws

I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends
But even more so, my friends provide me with comfort and support when I have nothing else

I, I who have nothing
I am empty and lacking

I, I who have no
I lack everything, even something as simple as a name or identity

As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Symbols of evil and darkness hover over me as I suffer

Ability to endure contradiction is a high sign of culture
Being able to handle conflicting ideas and emotions is a sign of intellectual and emotional maturity

Verbal sculptures, self defacing
My words are a form of art but they also expose my own flaws

It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
My struggles are not a result of divine punishment or mental illness

But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
I feel my creativity and inspiration fading or being taken away

The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
Most people are blinded by meaningless chatter and nonsense

But I preferred to walk away from all the feuds
I chose to remove myself from conflict and negativity

To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube
However, my own life is still very perplexing and difficult to navigate

So i'm subdued
So I remain calm and passive

In all my words of verbal prods
In my communication, I often try to provoke or challenge people

To live alone one must be an animal or a God
In order to live independently, one must either be self-reliant like an animal or have divine power like a God

But it's official
It is clear

All of my pain is clear as crystal
My pain is vivid and undeniable

The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
The natural aspects of the world seem fake or unreal to me

But I can hit you
I can hurt others with my words and actions

And rest assured that i'ma last words
I take satisfaction in having the final say in a situation

I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya passwords
I don't care about your private information or personal life

I can pass words with the ability to hurt you
I have the skill to verbalize cruel and harmful things to others

Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a ?commercial?
Being patient is a positive attribute, and knowledge is valuable yet often bought and sold like a commodity

I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I have nothing left except my own suffering and torment

Lost among the miracles, I stand alone
I feel isolated and overwhelmed by the wonders of the world

And i've grown into a being that's sitting on top of throne
Despite my loneliness, I feel powerful and in charge

I've known for many years that I would turn to rust
I've been aware of my own impermanence and inevitable decay for a long time

I find a reason for another breath, before my return to dust
Despite my struggles, I still find purpose and motivation to keep going

I become one with science and mathematic and the rising of the sun
I feel connected to the natural and logical aspects of the world

I'm numb
I feel emotionally detached or indifferent

To all of those who blinded cannot see
Those who are ignorant or closed-minded cannot understand my perspective

The chastiser of the enemy
I am someone who seeks to punish or harm those who are against me

Perception requires duality
To truly understand something, one must consider all opposing perspectives and ideas

Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
Examine your own soul and realize the darkness or negativity that lies within

I have hardly, come across them who's holy
I have rarely met someone who is truly pure or righteous

Send them to the ?cheribem? to control thee
I believe that those who are good or holy are controlled by divine beings

Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
The extremes of the world (heat and cold) are both destructive and harsh

The battle field is new but the war is now old
Although the situation may be fresh or recent, the conflict is long-standing and familiar

You can never see the merest shadow of a halo
There is no true goodness or purity in the world, even in those who claim to have it

Above the head of evil jin who's deadly like tornado
Even evil and dangerous forces can have a powerful and commanding presence

The world has become an aquarium
The modern world is like a contained and artificial place

Full of gaping fish with murderous mouths
The people in the world are aggressive and vicious

I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
I feel like an outsider or observer

Writing down murderous files
I document or record violent and cruel acts in some way or another

I who have nothing but the lack of variation
My existence is monotonous and lacks diversity or excitement

And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation
I feel trapped and suppressed, unable to escape my own struggles