Look people in the eyes—what do you see when you look?

Concrete smiles—step closer and you’ll spot the cracks.

For the first time defenseless, like a child in a greedy world,

never thought a smile could be that treacherous.

Like shadows on the wall, tall tales, boggy ground and hollow laughs—

that’s our world, where sometimes it’s really hard to catch your breath.

Two consciences—look me in the eyes; were you born like that?

Two consciences—not two, not ten, but whole generations are stained.

Two consciences—the second gives permission when the first says no.

Two consciences… two consciences…

Think this is nonsense?

Just some clown writing with no filter?

This city’s like a graveyard—chill under the skin, clouds in the eyes.

People bent by lies, faces nearly scraping the cobblestones.

Not judging—just facts, no sugar—plain print.

Who’ll be first, who’ll be last—an off-beat finale;

before you enter this dance, ask: do you want a mask or real contact?

Here—think on it. Will you take it and think it through?

Here—think on it. It’s on you; will you look inside yourself?

Here—think on it. Do you believe me? Then you’ll believe in yourself.

Here—think on it. Before the shouting drowns you out, will you still hear yourself?

The world’s an executioner—merciless, you’re boiling with anger.

Wanna know what’s going on? Turn on the news.

If that’s not enough—scroll your feed till you’re sick,

TikTok, X and YouTube—a black harvest of nothingness.

From scenes where someone tortures an animal,

then films themselves “saving” it (what assholes),

so the world believes they’re a hero,

while their eyes show nothing but greedy need—

fuck it—the world’s upside down.

Two consciences—look me in the eyes; were you born like that?

Two consciences—not two, not ten, but whole generations are stained.

Two consciences—the second gives permission when the first says no.

Two consciences… two consciences…

Stop, man—take back your will,

ditch the sick thoughts and step into your role in this life.

Fuck it—I believe in you, I believe in us;

I don’t want a life behind Facebook filters—that steals all our time.

In photos it’s a “beautiful life,” inside it’s a double shot of lies—

don’t talk yourself into a chasm; climb out before you fall back in.

Two consciences… Two consciences—look me in the eyes; were you born like that?

I know you weren’t—so stand up, no whining.

Here—think on it. Will you take it and think it through?

Here—think on it—this is on you; I’m just