Between the Word and the Drum

Galvanized by that sense of loss

Caracas of what's human carelessly tossed

Within these dimensions

Compassion deemed soft

Elders seen as albatross

My entire circuitry is Analog

I Need kid gloves when I handle y'all

Notions seem preconceived

So I abandoned all

Clear conscious

My atmosphere's noxious

Asphyxiate the youth with your nonsense

Been ostracized from the onset

Seen as a villain by pure monsters

Maintain my initial path ... projected astrally

Eye contact with the deceitful especially when they actions dastardly

Comfortable in grimy depths where the bastards be

Each lyric a strand that weave tapestries

Contempt for humanity comes from a place of love, actually

Contractually obligated to dismantle apparatus

Between the word and the drum

Lies the balance

Between the Word and the Drum

Between the Word and the Drum

Between the Word and the Drum

Lies the whole balance

Behavior modified by internal and external stimuli

The West swear to they blued—eyed god they still civilized

30 coats of Rembrandt's paint

Don't make y'all Saints

Reality never been for the faint of heart

Hard not to equate pure pain

With true art

Between the Word and the Drum

Between the Word and the Drum

Between the Word and the Drum

Lies the whole balance

Contractually obligated to dismantle apparatus

Between the word and the drum

Lies the balance