HOOK: Back when the city was half a million-made/ responsibility a silly charade/ I used to make her laugh// Monkey bar-flies/ knees in the jeans were stained green as tar dries/ sacred math////

Kids livin' in fiction/ who knows when/ you grow up/ corrupt, fucked again/ by a system bred// for the youngbloods. limbo kids, and old-timers/ rhymes for smiles/ playin' it sick////

V!: Runnin' for nothin'/ dog days are the life/ enough energy nearly to take flight// we were cisco' kids/ youth in illusion: look at the screen/ empath lackin' in syntax, with one bad dream////Old timers would remind us of once young love/ but those kind of bust alliances to what once stuck// only stuck just because everyone plugs redundance/ but trusted paradigms because dust-covered abundance//// You'd say the magic words/ in a flash I would act absurd/ a spell only for you to tell the truth/ back when I tracked in dirt// monsoons convert to mud/ I was too young to crush/ let alone a glaring future alluding a dare to love//// Free will's expensive/ no one knows it like we do/ the re-takes and reshoots to me are so clear they're see-through// I think she would agree, but if self-will is a wave, fate is a Seadoo/ sympatico blaze, twin flames win; the heat grew////

BRIDGE: Don't you know the world is you? (Put my hands in shackles and landed right on the moon)

Where'd you get the pearls, so cute? (The only real woman on Earth's surface is YOU)

Our day in the sun will be-- (Taverns to cavernous towns, avenues and the standing room)

--Worth the pain the "humble" flee.

[People just never die when it suits you]

V2: I see the future, it's in her breath/ she got the kind of steam that shine/ I see inside of her head// Her heart's so humble/ her God is her shield/ I'm flawed/ knocked back with visions of her dancing in a field//// Progenitor-packed pistol in an open-carry state/ harried deadline senator cracked crystals into his brain// one was colored green, both hoping to pierce the veil/ hearing inspiration/ searing his ears to "cheers" avail//// I'm a killer and yeah, I'm a little out of practice/ distillery dances tilted my stilted hippocampus// S & dub/ M&P/ 40-cal/ H.P. slugs/ spotted red and black, cute as a ladybug//// I'm a baddie/ synthesis is in place of the addie/ that's why I chose a piece of steel to match the action of the paddies// my amalgamated darkness is revealed, but nothing new/ give her a glance and I'll imagine how to disappear YOU////