0:16 I see you're trying to build a tower / affront to the deity / that spawned you into this lobby of feelings He / didn't ever want you presuming their gender / for all that you know it's a whole other blender / kid I'm in the mix like Pico, run through the school for the sequel / friend to the crows and the seagulls but it's not a matter of me liking people / this one is a jam dedicated to the action / of sending out love not expecting it back / of writing out pages with hope for a chapter / calling to the void hear the echo ever after / but I'd rather not be in that pressure chamber / I am working on ways to stay fresher later / I'm an innovator in the field of dreams / but this centered mind is not all it seems / watch my greens flit away knew I had to find a better wave / big takeaway is anger fades but decisions made they tend to stay / so it went and now I sew the seams / from time to time I get a bit steamed / now I gotta little mantra I try to repeat repeat after me 1;05 hook It's a Mad parade / what they want now i cannot say / the heat upon the mental can't be self-contained / hot under the collar might fry my brain / it's a Mad parade / make way for anger's cavalcade / the heat upon the mantle don't let it spray / I'm falling down in the nicest

0:24 A fair to middling pass collapsing on some dissonance / a fitter mode a better patch something to aid the bitter past / but ya can't look backwards and keep up this pace / locked in a contest of wills that aren ever displaced / i seek the higher call fire's all I seem to spit / wander through the desert til I till that soil yet again / turned the Gobi to glass they still catching up to speed / I write for the people who feel they don't have a creed / so fuck it's still the credo throwing shots Greedo / til I cannot feel and fall into tube torpedo / sent into the world I've been thrown into this / flow is so heidegger strictly metaphysics / raise a glass and raise a fist break the pattern breathe the mist / there's a whole lot to the patchwork fabric of existence / and this dance will continue ever on / even after we're gone earth will sing this yearning song / so we get strung along like we've never been in tune / I want to take my strength and fortitude and weave it right into you / that's a classic clash of passion meeting material need / I cannot let this misery catch up to me All that you know / will be as dust when you go / don't let that be your shackle / don't let that be your shackle 2:00 I see you lashed to the front of the ship and ask who did it / and you replied 'well I did but it's just cutting them off at the quick' / so if you punish yourself somehow that's getting one over / that's the logic of letting dishes gather mildew and molder/ cause all they're gonna do is dirty up again so please / tell me why we oughta do any of these things?' / I recognize the state of mind asking the question / I test the pressure and sift through all my objections / couldn't breach a better lesson / I show the chain's lock and opening that can be your obsession / the depth you step in is best expressed as death plus compression/ to break through and cast the chain aside my truest confession 2:34 Hook

They wanna hassle but cant find the path / I'm down to wrassle out the meaning in your math / explore the depths of thought, find a gem or two / the measures always wroth the handle lost after we flew / I get confused a bit on some 'this is not amusing shit' / the mind is diamond tip but good points I seem to kinda miss / rap game torpedo shanks, give the missus many thanks / i handle dank up in the cave but please dont seal us away / a subtle play is made underneath these pressing waves / I search for identity but all I seem to find is shame / so who am i to blame the pattern or the prospect / that's a real good question, who AM I to start or stop this Are we men machine or other / knowledge of the self we have yet to uncover / we could be pillars of the scene / or simply a forgotten AI's deep dream

My intention for the future is now seeking relief/ passion for fashioning sentence real as leaves on a tree / stare into the stem see the veins and the brain in the bottom / no conception lessened if you drop em, happy to be rotting / I wonder if eventually I'll be carbon in space / traipsing over bridges burned and carving a place / like slicing a ham feeding children again / hella visions they beckon I'm refusing their lesson / I can make my own decisions I can own my mistakes / I can keep my watch for sabotage of pearliest gates / or I can take my own advice for once and switch up the path/ dip past gluttony wrath and sloth feeling like Aasimov / inching toward oblivion that feeling I'm casting off / in favor of reception of innumerable blessings / pause / I'm trying to choose love and understanding over any weapon 1:02 I'm switching up (my wants my needs) / feel diff-er-ent (from who you had seen) / and I just wish (you'd gimme a chance) / but if you don't (I'd understand)

Hold soul up to light to check the stripe of authenticity / lately more the opposite is really all we seem to see / adrift in fantasy the drafting causing chills / strapped to the mast weather storm pray for gills / made for petty ills and I'm sick of being sick of it all / the last act of defiance is freeing every single lion / stitches in my side squeeze like a stressball / search for balms and enlightenment barely even trying shit / I've seen my stripes develop as scars and stretch marks / in a matter of a fraction of a second now we drift apart / I live a different art a facet yet uncovered/ secret keeper bleeding from the speaker holding druthers / do this for my brother and winds of chains that spread across the rez / do this for the buried dead in oil derricks who thought ahead / aligned with every star that heeds a signal / I hope they see the waters clean again but it seems dismal / it's a struggle and a fight to see the burning light descend / the shadow of a star dropping with no secrets left to lend / I knew that growth it always came with pains / through windowpanes I've started to carve a distinctive type of lane / it's not the same as how we came to its begin / I feel the difference in the bitter recriminations left within / love the secret sly references that nobody gets / and yet everybody knows memetic knowledge like the coin flip