[Verse I: Yung Desolation]

born into a broken home, I dealt with life all on my own
I’m turning stones that I dethroned up on a path I wasn’t show
made mistakes but now I know the devil waits and don’t post pone
so for my sins I will atone, but now I’m speaking with my tone
exhausted feeling caustic in this mental world of pain
work a 9 to 5 until you die with minimum wage
everyone's lost empathy and want material gains
nothing's making sense this world is fucked and gone deranged
the virus overtaking every aspect of our life
selfish evil people walking round with constant spite
the madness keeps on going there’s no ending in my sight
but still we gotta move it there’s no giving up a fight
tell me something what is it that makes me a man?
Is it all the money and the riches in my hand?
or is it all blood, sweat, and tears that we canned?
I’m holding on my own and if I can’t then I’ll be damned
politics should never cross the state of being human
and we bring it into everything, it’s all we are consuming
we been loosing touch with our own selves and everything's confusing
it’s apparent we are closer to revealing an illusion
while the devil sits in silence and he watches all us suffer
we’re becoming comfortable with everything that smothers
treat this earth like garbage while turn it to a gutter
turn to ash, it falls apart, we’ve lost our only mother
we need to find ourselves before we’re lost within the void
and our only hope of moving forward cannot be destroyed
we rely on social media like we were humanoids
you’ve got to face yourself inevitably you run but won’t avoid
the clock is ticking rapidly your end will soon be near
creeping out the depths the reaper slowly will appear
drag you down to hell your flesh it burns but now it’s clear
nothing truly matters we all die why live in fear

[Hook: Yung Desolation]

this is the voice of a soul, leprosy will take control
bring you to a crystal mountain where your death will be behold
you scream bloody gore, while stuck in human form
spiritual healing is symbolic once you open up that door
and we see through dreams, a living monstrosity
floating through a cosmic sea, suicidal machines
with our individual thought patterns all emotions will be shattered
sound of perseverance crushes spirits in a human matter