[Verse 1: Joe Horton] Language like muttering in the gutter of pattern Tonight I'm stalking the moon ‘ Bright Idle mouth, idle mouth ‘ Isolated room cries Sun come up with the same condor tricky carpenter And pine plank pitch that he did before Cave painting primate, irate someone's taking credit For his mindstate with blind faith Weight in his veins, bait on his plate, makeup on his face So we're basically the same Moth to the flame, flame to the night, night to my light light heart beating heavy Tips on her spine ‘ Fingers getting sweaty There's a reason that I came ‘ Can't remember for my life Lost my head in the shark water Teeth first with a slick suit and a stick walker Spit blood as I roll through the red dust Motherf**ers talk sh** but never bet against us [Hook:James Diers:] Body is the water ‘ Soul is a wave Body is the air ‘ Soul is a sound Body is the ground ‘ Soul is an earthquake Body is a body ‘ Soul is awake [Verse 2: Joe Horton:] I'm not a man, I'm a gamut of possibility Stranded mid-soliloquy Slow motion explosion exposing this hole's fragility Desperate cathedral, even if we believe in you People are just people, they'll always be good and evil Phase cancellation ‘ Had to put your faith in Whatever lays adjacent to the basic illustration Half that half until you understand the line that you're trying to touch Was inside of your mind the whole time Greed gets humble around mumbling homeless Seemed so simple until somebody owned it Dissipative magic is a victim of precision in a system Of forgiveness after brittle atonement Hands to the bricks of hell Love when he hit the ground ‘ All he does is kiss and tell Took a swipe at the machinery Why you playing mad? Doesn't matter what it means to me [Outro: Diers & Horton] Lost the meaning when I got the joke