[Hook: Idris Phillips]

Dark places I would play

I watch the night turn into day

Screaming voices in my mind

Leave me cold and so hard to find

Thank God those demons didn't last

Dealing with the wreckage of my past

Not dying, (keep the fire burning) no not dying (I'm tryin' ta)



[Verse 1: Brother Ali]

There's no suicide like the lie that you tell yourself and believe it

Mask look decent, face is weeping underneath it

Self-hate feasting on our deepest darkest secrets

Warning signs that read help needed, too ashamed to seek it

Seems so easily deleted when you're browsing

But can't erase the history of what your eyes allowed in

The intimately profound ecstasy that gives life's

Stripped of all its meaning 'til it eats you from the inside

The big lie, you just do this to get you through the slim times

One click at a time 'til you prefer the counterfeit kind

Seen so many scenes that it would seem you're desensitized

Just to get your fix, you begin dipping into the sick side

Seeking to feed a demon that you no longer recognize

If you swear it off, you'll never find a place you can hide

Inside your pocket lies a portal to your inner battle

Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple



[Hook: Idris Phillips]

Dark places I would play

I watch the night turn into day

Screaming voices in my mind

Leave me cold and so hard to find

Thank God those demons didn't last

Dealing with the wreckage of my past

Not dying (keep the fire burning) no not dying



[Verse 2: Brother Ali]

Don't get it twisted

There's no innocence existing in its biggest business

You create specific demand whenever you click it

Whatever it is you're into someone's got to fill it

Have their lowest moments frozen to be shown infinite

You watch the porn get savager

Box office movies nastier, the TV gettin' trashier

School girls are flashing the camera

Profile pic look just like the next amateur

Babies get exposed no one's controlling how it damage them

You find yourself detaching, retreating, reacting

Deep anger, decreased passion and you keep lashing out

Your sweet family reminds you of your weak habits

You have no mercy for yourself and so you're relapsing

Your sweet attraction used to drive you to that deep connection

You're feeling so cold and lonely when you least expect it

Atop your desk sits a portal to your inner battle

Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple



[Hook: Idris Phillips]

Dark places I would play

I watch the night turn into day

Screaming voices in my mind

Leave me cold and so hard to find

Thank God those demons didn't last

Dealing with the wreckage of my past

Not dying (I keep the fire burning)

No not dying (I'm trying to keep it..)



[Interlude: Amir Sulaiman]

Now that I have died I have no taste for life

Or the affairs of the living

Only for love, and the affair of the lovers

The affairs of the living are many and assorted

The affair of the lovers is, singular, and complete

Do not mourn this walking carcass

Some are dead because they are without life

Others are dead because they are beyond life

Yet, others have forgotten the affair of life and death altogether