automatic torn-man stigmatic
sit back and dig the enigmatic approach
close to a ghost in flight
is how one might choose to allude
to the way i move through the composition
how i can't be touched by my competition
by my lasting impression
driven by an unconditional obsession
residual spirits don't care
if nobody's out there to hear it
maybe lucky folks might catch it
always in contact with passionate types
turn off the lights
and i break all laws of nature
radiate what i write right now
as some sonic synthetic
feeling like i saw it
at the same time i said it
writing on the walls in the halls of time
where the people keep climbing
into the night
like something to find is outside of the light
9 lives lost to the curious types
should've been skeptics
but they believed the hype
suckers are born every minute
world keeps spinning
creates the idiot wind once again
and we're caught up in it
evidence of blowback
sends my mindstate to counterattack
just to pick up the slack

[ guest verse by Notes Floats ]

these little feet we're created
for the giant steps that I take
to maintain the rep
Sistine Chapel with the application
and the dedication it takes for completion
reaching out daily for peace and blessings
Mother Nature's undressing
our obsession is intimacy
and we know one another quite literally
i am i be
often i drift away mentally
yet it doesn't hinder my ability
to comprehend the gravity
of all of this active depravity
channeling humanity
so i'm not a casualty
my escape packet
consists of a flack jacket
for the ones that are tagging along
and can't hack it
they fall into the endless depths
of that closed mind bracket
maybe i'm lacking patience
losing the names amongst all the faces
it's the data i purge
as i surge ahead
like a dark road without headlights
dig how my foresight
creates more sight
finished at the start
'cause i'm so forth wright
the fire in which you burn slow
is the one that ignites my golden glow