Lyrics

Time to wake up and face what's to come head on First and foremost Interpret Pharaoh's pipe dream to crack the source code He's headstrong, surfing on a waves crest Left plasma on the doorpost for the angel of death Pass by me Here beneath the robber baron's heel From where I sit it's more a spiral than a Ferris wheel Make square deals break bread and share a meal That's the ticket, a butterfly net to catch my drift with Amidst all the bootstrap myths of rags to riches Pointed questions are bad for business First is where the last ole finish after every sickness is purged I caught a preview of the action but the vision was blurred Waste of time stressing over that this and the third In the final chapter Old Scratch is kicked to the curb He threw his weight around town, the town became a circus And serpents started moving counter to their stated purpose Meantime I found the Sandman and traded verses The combination on the bandstand could make the earth shift "Perfect" The opposite of how machine gears move With Newton's clockwork universe in the rearview Where all the objects in a fallen hall of mirrors appear true A crack to peer through, the sky ahead is clear blue Here beneath the robber baron's heel From where I sit it's more a spiral than a Ferris wheel With infinite variations on the same theme, Awaken from a strange dream Steadfast facing what the day brings The question we are here to solve is clear The question we are here to solve is fear The question we are here to solve is here at all Because we think it's weird to get the spirit involved 'Cept no one cleared it with the bearded bald Now answering the call 'cause I'm appalled Offspring of unwavering faith that mated with unmitigated gall Party in question I'm not here to play the wall My fit is from the big and tall I was invited by who provided the pride before the fall To slide in and start reciting the writing on the wall The splinter cell is Cinderella at the ball The gun and badge are in the bathroom hiding in a stall C'mon y'all Something's all wrong When they try to play law Don't play along When they corner you don't swing swords sing songs When they looming large as King Kong keep calm My word bond If you feel a sore bum That's the Sorbonne Filling your head with lies The same goes for Harvard and Oxford, impostors who ostracize Anyone who proselytize With the courage to convert you from the burgers and fries With the courage to convert you from the burners and knives With the courage to convert you Push you further from the fervor and lies Their tuition is a bribe So step aside and let your intuition be your guide
Writer(s): Angel Del Villar Ii, Matthew Kenney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out