The Intrumental>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnEc3ZzXRWs&feature=relatedI hold your right hand, you know you've touched my heart
spill the blood from a pheonix as i bond with art
tear worldly fiction apart but before i start a path
to mark these charts, i count my cards
and tie my shoes
throw my spirit in the air like my hand in school
for the long walk ahead we'll skip beats
and know it took struggle and pain
to regain love and life, we once played in the streets
ate sweets like there was no fuckin tomorrow
need not grow into sorrow but when the greeds in your bone marrow
it's hard..it appears that in my years i've been struck with an arrow
further years passed and i outlasted the devil
now i tip on the fence about things
so i've gotta decide or grow out some wings
like my hair under the trees that, cradle my soul
and stay scattered while i stand in a row
like if this excecution don't finish shit itself
then i might, manifest destiny
why i let the small things get the best o me
keeps me on my toes for myself lookin out this periscope
i see the wisedom and i learn to cope,
with the heresy of hope yet apparently i wrote
notes to myself in the past life, sent them as a beacon,
cus in us all we know how to speak in one common tounge
and love the sun god..
i could just die and stand aside to applaude
the creature we've become, collectively as one
no matter our condition the mission is forever like our birth mother,
feelings for the rapist on the front cover
tossing in his sleep cus he's noneother, than himself
still an infant,
feelings for the famous leeching for cold gems
new boats, monopoly
probably wishing they could drop the hollow energy
some things stay hard to see all through history
i know it feels sometimes like no ones listening
and the argueing blocks tremendous elevation
leave the patient behind become the doctor
i fiddle with the clockwork so i stay in check
and spill my guts on the internet through a altered silhouette...