[Verse 1:Sarcasm]
I'm just an alchemist, I turn pens and papers into verses
Turn three verses into a song that makes you nervous
Turn ten songs into an album with a purpose
And I'll plant that seed in a place deep beneath the surface
Water that seed 'till the trees grow tall as birches
The tree bears fruit, the sun gives heat like a furnace
The fruit provides nourishment for every single person
But the fruit becomes worthless, surrounding climate worsens
So I go back to the lab, create a different version
But something seems odd, those pens and papers just ain't working
Now the situation's changed and everything seems uncertain
I'll stop planting those seeds because it's time to close the curtains
[Verse 2: Josh Martinez]
I'll move all over, you can say I get around
I walk along the highways, turn up in every town
My hands reach out and steal life without a sound
Make a speech on every soapbox, when I just want to get down
This is my Jordan year so pour the beer imported wine
Accordingly I am acting finely tuned and fully lunar mode
Eclipse the sun and send the coded letter, open read it
Hoping you can be the one to make me feel a little bit better
It's that the sun settin stars coming, climbing hills and running head down
Got to make it to the lake by sundown
So we can wash away this awful clay that molds us holds us
In its sway as soldiers bar the way I turn around and walk away
[Hook x2]
An example of a low pressure bad apple callable
Haven't you noticed our main focus how the topics get tackled?
Get in a downhill spiral, once our cages get rattled
Don't you realize that real life is an uphill battle?
[Verse 3: Governor Bolts]
Catch Paul he's falling like leaves in autumn
You aught to see him now he's calling from the odysseys' bottom
These Colosseum columns got him in a bad situation
If it's the last temptation, or the fact that I'm facing impact
I'm embracing myself for the crash we're awaiting
Meanwhile back at the station, people are pacing in confession perversions
Raising the question, why were we raised in deception?
f** all this stressing, you got me blazing a session
Crazed in aggressiveness for days in this maze of obsession
Just a blessing in disguise, just depression I'm guessing
Just a lesson for the trouble burnt bubble and blistered-ness
Mr.Twisted to rock sh** pissed double fist
[Sarcasm]
Just a thinkin man swimming in the sinking sands of lost style
My Heart so cold my soul is exposed to frostbite
But I don't suppose you know there's folks who got strife
Never look back because you might turn to salt like Lot's wife
[Josh Martinez]
Caught in a lotta hot spots, gotta drink cold beer, lots
Take a load off, hard rocks at the core so soft...
Know not where to go so from here we wander off and on on our own
Wonder how long before we see home
Governor Bolts
From the seashore, to the tree tops, my fleet rocks, to the beat stops
With each step, get my feet wet, and my speech flex, when the beat drops
And my mind works, to the sun tight And my face shifts, to the sunlight
And my eyes burn, to the sandquakes And the sky turns, into landscape
[Hook x2]