VERSE 1
Oh my brother I’ve become lost under my cover
Lightning and thunder is the forecast of the summer
Foreshadowed under every given whole number
To count down the days before the land of wonder
Classifying truth as false and life becomes my own forum
Uncertain of everything except excitement and boredom
Offer me a break and I’ll probably take the bigger portion
I’ll do anything I can to inject butterflies inside my organs
Rewarded and ungrateful of the planets milk and honey
Modern culture taught me to misinterpret guilt as funny
So I lose myself in stagnant with a regretful build is coming
Relaxing my soul and strive to always quilt the drumming
All of a sudden my statements makes me considered lost
So I summon my favorite friend to get our points across
Our relationship can never end with neither as the boss
Cooperate on impact and jumble special thought sauce


VERSE 2
Lost on my own behalf I’m off the grid but still on its graph
Discovered my own path to signify my destined epitaph
Pollute the past with poison from any memory bath
Self deceptive whatever kept numbers not there math
grab hold of a scroll that’s scattered and goes untold
Puppeteer a bag of blood with a skeleton controlled
Potential will fourfold when I get outside my skin mold
Silver tongue dice rolled and I’m wedged in tarnished gold
Making music even if only I can make it make sense
I stay elusive for my head since music can’t pay rent
And I’ve had so many days spent without a tangible payment
Those hopes have broke down to dust in fake basement
In fact a replacement from what I can’t deny as a fact
Sign a adolescence contract when cosmos and I interact
Through the respiratory tract behind my mask so I can act
According to the formula pact permitting ideas to be abstract