slug:
where those two walls and that ceiling meet,
where you'll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities.
the trilogy of growth, i'm at the second level,
where every word is special and i'm lost inside the echoes.
and when it settles, i touch that third stage.
i shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage.
earthquake signifies an active foundation.
it's got the posture aching, keeps my head out of these constellations.
from this high, i may identify the obstacles,
when i get this high, my head becomes a hospital.
voices b******* and bickering, complaining
that they're sick and injured, bleeding, and hungry (give me my tourniquets).
feed them nourishment, and include it
with a diluted juice and bruised fruits i distributed.
who knew their wounds would heal so quick?
who knew the passion would become fashion and get them fastened onto the d***?
might as well have let them penetrate,
the view from here shook me looking at rookies that try to emulate.
take the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather,
only after will i climb to the rafter without my ladder.
sole:
stability, overseer, stand over, ability.
hover, provide contraceptive in meteor showers,
the sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, seas freeze.
seize my support structure you stammer,
i may shake up, provide shade upon your living mass.
granted 'em granite with a limestone trim,
so your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim.
sheep stop bellowing, hug your teddy bears,
and stand towards the light in my center.
cynical minds mind your master.
it's only a slant and the rocks slide, landing on your backside.
who needs to walk? you lame men spend all of your time inside.
i see it all, i saw it all, i encase it all.
and with all my power they should have built more columns for me.
the ball still rolling, there's only two pins left brother.
with, above or upon, i promise to always provide some cover.
quit breathing so much, this ain't comfortable for me,
but i was more affordable than the ones they kept buildin in the early 90s.
oh my, look at those memories, listen to them complain.
some b**** about champagne,
others talk about how they should have took the train.
regardless of your stature, status, or economical bubble,
i'm still on top of your world even if it's a pile of rubble.
chorus:
dose one: dripping through
slug: dripping through
dose one: walking on
slug: walking on
dose one: hanging from
slug: hanging from
dose one: peeling off
slug: peeling off
dose one:
what in the name of human built these ceilings?
how industrious it must have been.
awful continuous to span those reaches and raise not a wall,
empty s***e only between no corner, ceiling,
the lid perceived on a system of physical laws. how high?
height being among the first three you can't touch,
it goes on to stretch an unexplainable
linear roof of instance, too relative for shelter.
its protection proposes our challenge to existence.
hold, will it hold? and for how long?
with such holes tearing into nowhere,
justifies nothing we define,
or travel as fast as to distinct,
to make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits.
our reference comprises are synchronized tick, tock, tick, tock,
thank it for your fears and lows, know if it starts or stops.
tick, tock, rest beneath the safety, it can only prop.
it's not sturdy, old, weak, the honorable made of tick, tock, tick, tock.
it's above with under, in, structure and stronger than our nails,
words, ages, beams, any watch.
tick, tick, tick, tock, tock, tock, tock, tock.
alias:
i've experienced and been a witness to many happenings up to this point.
life and death have passed my eyes on both occasions they annoint.
in the beginning i looked down and i witnessed birth,
but confined to my position i never realized what it was worth.
i never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces.
never realized what true love, what sometimes no love at all produces.
never realized what i was going to see in my adventures of now,
but realized i was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehow
i didn't pay much attention to the positive aspects of things,
only victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings.
they say they're on their way out as they pass through me.
hoping each time they could take me with them so i could see
a different aspect of the world, perhaps above the buildings.
but let down every time they told me that they were not willing to take some extra baggage,
as they chillingly referred to i.
perhaps i'll never leave this place so now all i do is sigh
and think who was i? but i was so misled
that i only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red.
now i look back and i feel i was cheated with precision,
the different aspect that i had longed for was so clearly in my vision.
got sick and tired of negativity and i was due for a change,
but never figured out that i needed not to rearrange.
it was all before me and i could have seen life as well,
now my one-track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell.
chorus
where those two walls and that ceiling meet,
where you'll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities.
the trilogy of growth, i'm at the second level,
where every word is special and i'm lost inside the echoes.
and when it settles, i touch that third stage.
i shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage.
earthquake signifies an active foundation.
it's got the posture aching, keeps my head out of these constellations.
from this high, i may identify the obstacles,
when i get this high, my head becomes a hospital.
voices b******* and bickering, complaining
that they're sick and injured, bleeding, and hungry (give me my tourniquets).
feed them nourishment, and include it
with a diluted juice and bruised fruits i distributed.
who knew their wounds would heal so quick?
who knew the passion would become fashion and get them fastened onto the d***?
might as well have let them penetrate,
the view from here shook me looking at rookies that try to emulate.
take the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather,
only after will i climb to the rafter without my ladder.
sole:
stability, overseer, stand over, ability.
hover, provide contraceptive in meteor showers,
the sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, seas freeze.
seize my support structure you stammer,
i may shake up, provide shade upon your living mass.
granted 'em granite with a limestone trim,
so your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim.
sheep stop bellowing, hug your teddy bears,
and stand towards the light in my center.
cynical minds mind your master.
it's only a slant and the rocks slide, landing on your backside.
who needs to walk? you lame men spend all of your time inside.
i see it all, i saw it all, i encase it all.
and with all my power they should have built more columns for me.
the ball still rolling, there's only two pins left brother.
with, above or upon, i promise to always provide some cover.
quit breathing so much, this ain't comfortable for me,
but i was more affordable than the ones they kept buildin in the early 90s.
oh my, look at those memories, listen to them complain.
some b**** about champagne,
others talk about how they should have took the train.
regardless of your stature, status, or economical bubble,
i'm still on top of your world even if it's a pile of rubble.
chorus:
dose one: dripping through
slug: dripping through
dose one: walking on
slug: walking on
dose one: hanging from
slug: hanging from
dose one: peeling off
slug: peeling off
dose one:
what in the name of human built these ceilings?
how industrious it must have been.
awful continuous to span those reaches and raise not a wall,
empty s***e only between no corner, ceiling,
the lid perceived on a system of physical laws. how high?
height being among the first three you can't touch,
it goes on to stretch an unexplainable
linear roof of instance, too relative for shelter.
its protection proposes our challenge to existence.
hold, will it hold? and for how long?
with such holes tearing into nowhere,
justifies nothing we define,
or travel as fast as to distinct,
to make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits.
our reference comprises are synchronized tick, tock, tick, tock,
thank it for your fears and lows, know if it starts or stops.
tick, tock, rest beneath the safety, it can only prop.
it's not sturdy, old, weak, the honorable made of tick, tock, tick, tock.
it's above with under, in, structure and stronger than our nails,
words, ages, beams, any watch.
tick, tick, tick, tock, tock, tock, tock, tock.
alias:
i've experienced and been a witness to many happenings up to this point.
life and death have passed my eyes on both occasions they annoint.
in the beginning i looked down and i witnessed birth,
but confined to my position i never realized what it was worth.
i never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces.
never realized what true love, what sometimes no love at all produces.
never realized what i was going to see in my adventures of now,
but realized i was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehow
i didn't pay much attention to the positive aspects of things,
only victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings.
they say they're on their way out as they pass through me.
hoping each time they could take me with them so i could see
a different aspect of the world, perhaps above the buildings.
but let down every time they told me that they were not willing to take some extra baggage,
as they chillingly referred to i.
perhaps i'll never leave this place so now all i do is sigh
and think who was i? but i was so misled
that i only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red.
now i look back and i feel i was cheated with precision,
the different aspect that i had longed for was so clearly in my vision.
got sick and tired of negativity and i was due for a change,
but never figured out that i needed not to rearrange.
it was all before me and i could have seen life as well,
now my one-track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell.
chorus