[Hook: Tink] Seconds pa** constantly As time rolls soft over me I feel my mind drifting As my shallow breaths keep me sound at rest I dream, forever asleep But never at peace (x2) [Pre-Verse: Alex Parker] She say she a virgin What, like born-again? The clouds descend The-the clouds descend (x4) [Verse 1: Alex Parker] She say she a virgin What, like born-again? Or you mean like a virgin to dick But got mad machines like Florence, then? What're your influences? Tell me, what are your beliefs? Do you compare Martin or Bachmann? Or just boxers or briefs? I'm a boxer of speech With a lyrical plethoraic monopoly This unstoppable heat topples all the tops and the peaks Floors rock when I speak In with the poetic mojo, high as sh** Just stumbled over my old flow Dead and gone, pa**ed out on the cold floor Rebirth it like the phoenix, syllabaic embers glow And it shines so bright I can see it glowing orange through my eyelids So exciting and inviting O flame, I still long to disappear inside it And a**emble all of my ashes and dust in to baggies Spark 'em to ignite fits of genius and fanciful thoughts That'll branch into complex REM dreams And imagine-heavy schemes And a**emble all of my ashes and dust into baggies Spark 'em to ignite fits of genius and fanciful thoughts That'll branch into complex REM dreams And imagine-heavy schemes Hey [Bridge] [Hook] (x8) [Verse 2: Alex Parker] The clouds descend, on my dead-a** neighborhood The streets are fogged up in my dead-a** neighborhood My neighbors, yeah they're living good But I don't now them, they're strangers See the moon shine on my neighborhood And think "Damn man, sh** changed" I'm on my stomping grounds But the crew that I stomped with is gone But the crew that I stomped with is gone But the crew that I stomped with is gone See they knew me as Kevin the loser And Kevin the sholar To Kevin the jester Now Kevin the stoner To Kevin the Poet Now Alex with bars n***a/Nerd/Nobody But I'm normally odd Morally flawed Mentally scarred Dentally dented Soulless, I'm demented I kiss hooded figures with skeletal fingers And go off delirious, muggles won't get it I'm lost, I have drifted to sea Oh, Dear, it seems the feeling still lingers Lost count of my days, I ran out of fingers My dream... My dreams... They're all-encompa**ing My sleep, everlasting like Tuck I've trespa**ed, now I'm stuck in the present The future, I'm past it Continuum halted, my neurons exhausted Seconds pa** me by as I... Sleep I'm just tired all the time...