Lime Light

Just riddle me this, how is it that slaying your own people could make any sense?

Keep in mind that it is he that never receives with a closed fist.

It was we that chose this, the fiend that chose hits, the she that throws fits on stages well lit.
The bling thats fro-zen, is a simple material that has us bro-ken.
Our minds arent right because we've focused our sights on the trinkets that only shine when  theres light. 

What good is a light that doesnt work in the night? What use is a man who only knows how to fight, what use is a wo-man who only knows to live the hype, what use is a clan that cant unite?

Get together my people for we know not well, this is the time of beckoning and the time for believing in self.