Lyrics The Ones the World Forgot - Deviant, Jerry Ess

The Ones the World Forgot

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