Coming live from the Dark Continent,
specifically on the West.
Like I'm speaking through the wire,
Something you wouldn't expect.
Me a suspect? like a double agent on this planet;
Dragonflies in my stomach breathing flames in my chest
Looking for a treasure I can never find yet,
watch me dig deeper into my mind,
Shift a paradigm to make parallels realign.
In a sense, make ends meet,form a vertice.
Make the pattern complete, pa** a verdict.
But whats the motive? Why do I live?
Is it to form a part of a design or simply follow the line?
Either way power comes in handy,
No plan B,hold the beauty they cannot see