This is a song about "Change in beliefs"

When she loses traits she lies and she loses pace in speech pattern with a huge change

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

You gotta change the voices in your head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

It's out to see like a mariner, get back into character, grab another blank page

Razor blades in hand hoping her life will change slowly,

With your attitude to match right, don't be phony

Put expressions in their music and create the face

For a better world so sure, they made a change in faith

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

No beliefs or priority