at some point
we used to hunt it for fun
we were always on the run
i be the cinema brigth
i be the pyramid eye
and if i'd leave in the dark
and if i left in a mark
they'll be no trace of this earth
except a mark in the dirt
and in a sudden white light
you fail me
and in a sudden white lie
I can see I was wrong all this time
i can push em back to the sky
but they keep coming back when my mistakes rise
i be the cinema bright
i be the taken surprise
i be the angel on a mission to a heaven intermission
lack of vision
be the fission
be deficient in the instinct
you might sit on earth the rest the scramble in dirt
i be the queen in the mire to act the ackerman
be the pyramid mirage to clash the lower caste
break the mast; i count to ten no thinkin fast
dont be the failure growing tired of that sertaline
time to rise
be the pride
kiss the bride
be a man suicide
be the instinct of the soldier taking time off just to rise
they keep coming back when my mistakes rise
