It's lost a time to lye Into his world you climb A crossing has its high It's orientation time Delights to dance or die Some others pain to try Smoke tricks the slave men die It's orientation time Distance lays shifted eyes Crossed mountain off the sly From lips once bitten time
It's orientation time So lost the time to try All of my life boxed time Raw voice in reason chimes Disorientations Bleeding eyes don't see it It's luring it, don't warn it Feelings feel like blood Underneath the homicide Underneath the blood From the ugly underside of…