[Verse 1: LostPoet] Invisible daggers Count time - countdown the abacus I strategize Cla**ify me among the savages Spit with the tongue of the masochist In the mouth of madness A man versus tanks Throwing stones at the palaces So many narratives I can't think small Giants in hieroglyphs Some fifty cubits tall Science is the magic Imagine its in us all Disobeying gravity - in September no fall Antennas to tune Meditatin' in the ruins Searching for nirvana, smoking flowers in bloom Phases of the moon pull me like a bender I see the agenda In these clone wars I have no replica Macs is scanning your retina Now you in the database Wishing you had a soul, but it was sold for the paper chase Don't sleep - seek the wisdom We seen the d**h of journalism Now its up the sleeve of the magician