Текст песни
beyond the sun like the pinnacle
rarely all or nothing
to keep it blunt is far n above
smokes filling the skys borders
paintings of still life
spilling my heart
darkest days been behind us
eyes see n perceive thru the fog
no karma police
ponder bars in my sleep
shordie on call
peace can come in many forms
wander every corner before
i hit the floor
genuflecting
more or less
this a mortal effort
theres more to win
cant afford to stand still
know the fare is high
just to hold the candle
the fire in which
you burn up the branches
slow dancing with death
got both hands on the threat
thread the needle
thru the chest wound
blood saturated flesh
its the best of times
aint nothing left
but mad questions
between dimensions in a vestibule
intrepid as a pantomime
at attention
a master quest
where the pressure went
never operate off conjecture
radicalize the train of thought
caught a dream in the dark
stars on the ceiling
they think im hard of hearing
im just selective wit respect
fetishizing lessons every
second every breath
every succession aint a flex
stanzas is man made weapons
this shit like anime
flip the channel
hidden powers channeling
aint drifting outta line
the paint still drip
pain that i wield
i couldnt make up
you cant hang in most occasions
no reciprocated wavelengths
or signs of interplay
the inner self
in hazy silhouettes
my body blessed
deserved to be inducted