[Objective]

Everyone's mind is a design refined from definitions,
so tell me what you are if you're stripped for superstitions.
In the midst of these conditions a monster is formed,
humanity's blancing the energy that holds the eye of the storm.
If you're outsourcing the norm stop forcing yourself to conform,
the reform of evolution within illuminates the reason to transform.
When you try to stay warm yet your heart is holding you back,
what makes you think the answers to life will help you on track?
Your face vanished to make room for the snakes to guard your multiple graves,
these creatures assassinate several versions of yourself and make monstreous waves.
Sure, you weren't blinded by the truth given by slaves... You just consumed it all,
so the vulcanic eruptions of your inner Hell of lies could make sure that you fall.
The irritation of your convictions could strip George Carlin for fun,
when the laughter has ended it's because the eye itself is master of none.