The Ones the World Forgot - Deviant, Jerry Ess

We’re running out of time

In a sacred place, what’s at stake?

We know

We’re running out of time

You can’t wash your faces, such empty places

Woke up in a sweat like, body shaking

Had a bad dream last night, it ain’t right

Saw these empty spaces filled with hollow faces

And in case it doesn’t phase you

Let me paint a picture of the ones you brush away man

A young girl, maybe 8 years old

She’s walking 40 minutes every day to school in the cold

All by herself, without a friend without a hand to hold

With that dirty uniform all the kids laugh and scold

Kids can be cruel, but the world crueller

Her father worked all day and so he never ever saw her

Left alone with the uncle who liked to play with her but only in secret

Thought it was normal till he hurt her to ensure that she keeps it

She’s 23 now and although he’s locked away now

The torture never stopped it’s hurting every single day now

The feeling in her stomach never ever seems to fade out

She’s written hieroglyphics on her wrists hoping to stay down

But wait now, the system takes another victim

A young boy full of anger with a drug addiction

Sittin in the same damn cell as her uncle in prison

He cries for help but like his fuckin parents no one will listen

He was once a good kid, turned to bad habits

He couldn’t focus they prescribed tablets

They hit his palate and he found he loved to go to other planets

Finally said he needed rehab they wouldn’t have it

Soon as his lips touched the pipe he was losing his vision

Thinking he was sitting on the gold throne in his kingdom

Feelin like god up in heaven blowing clouds of the serum

Turned his back on the diseased world, I swear it’s a symptom

We’re running out of time

In a sacred place, what’s at stake?

We know

We’re running out of time

You can’t wash your faces, such empty places

Woke up in a sweat like, body shaking

Had a bad dream last night, it ain’t right

Saw these empty spaces filled with hollow faces

And in case it doesn’t phase you let me paint a picture of the ones you brush

away man

There’s no mistaking the world needs changing

These politicians claiming that they’ve got the treasure

But their chests are vacant

Hallucinating, accumulating taxes from people manipulated

Left in the basement