Verse 1:
It looms, enjoy your final view in the cocoon/
Before the feuds, cause truth is it’s over in a few/
Labor ensues, pushing you hard, it keeps pushing you hard/
And this battle is just... foreshadowing/
Your battle until you’re battered by/
Your parents with poor standards to stand by/
Doctor on “stand by”, broken water baptized/
A baby boy arrives thinking “get me out this damn light.”

Chorus: 2X
This is the world in its glory/
In its shame, in its pain, in its mourning/
And today you’re engaged in the story/
Of poisons hurled when boy meets world/


Verse 2:
You can’t choose who you’re born to/
It sucks, usually that situation’ll form you/
And how you wish they adored you/
Insult adorned thickened skin you can’t stick a sword through /
You’re hearing don’t be conformed to/
The pattern of this world, well if you had another world/
That didn’t weigh as much as yours/
You’re like “what’s an open door, all I know is just cuts and open sores”/
Saying “You don’t get it, the conflict that I witness”/
“You’re not an eyewitness, stop trying to diagnose me”/
Like “”Life’s rosy” try it, find it cozy?”/
“Make yourself at home on this side, find it lonely?”/
Buying groceries for parents that passed out/
Somehow you love them, despite all the badmouths/
Your brother just blacked out, put his fist into Dad’s mouth/
Pour another glass, drown it, and everyone laughs now…/
Sickening, it’s just the method of forgiveness/
Forget it, don’t address it, don’t expect it, getting fixes/
Neglected set examples, yet expected to have vision/
How is siblings with convictions and parents with addictions?/
You don’t try to pass the buck when you’re acting up/
You’re just stating that it sucks that you’re that corrupt/
Bottled up emotions that can and will erupt/
Asking God is this His will, if it is man you’re stumped/
“Explain it… Go!... In each and every language/
Tell me, make it plain make sense of this I’m waiting…/
Cause while I am, I’m taking in sex education/
Mom and dad arranged a live visual demonstration/
Parents make parrots… I’ll mimic them in marriage/
I’ll mimic their divorce, I’ll mimic them as parents/
I’ll mimic them in carelessness, and mimic their embarrassments”/
And God forbid a boy ever meet a world as bare as this…

Chorus:2X
This is the world in its glory/
In its shame, in its pain, in its mourning/
And today you’re engaged in the story/
Of poisons hurled when boy meets world


Verse 3:
“I took the wrong turn somewhere and I act like/
THAT somewhere is a place that I can’t find/
But somewhere there’s a place where I can find/
That mind that I lost but my concern is what’s the path like?/
It’s not as smooth as the plains, doesn’t soothe like the breeze/
It’s a scorching type heat producing torment in me/
I’m split and tore at the seams, and it seems/
That nothing’s as foreign as peace…”