Set a spell, chill, and inhale
The shrill wind that builds in-
-tensity around the skin
Let it out and let it in, brethren
Whether in is the end or the beginnin
And give a hand to a sycophant
He's just a man y'didn't understand
Listen, he's prolly gotta plan
In God or man that's hotter than your Ray Ban Ennui
"Cool" is not your friend
"Chill" is - it's the WORDING of the temperature
Slumber to the hundred and up numbers - disturbing integers
Get unencumbered; symmetry with the vivid imagery
Gives a simmer to your inner chi
Cindres glow to and fro
From the restful energy the second you splinter from industry
And just "be" - trust me, its hardly hard
You already are
And those times they tell me "I don't matter" I won't believe them.
And those times they tell me "I don't matter" I won't believe them.
The Golden Age starts when you show your age
And know your page, no backtrackin to last chapter
After that's elapsed
Matter fact, man owns the day on the day he's on his way
The road less traveled is the treble to the bass
Set the levels and just play
Til the neighbors dismayed from the echo that reverberates
The speaker blown from the figure eights from the figaro
I nod my head as I sit below
My eardrums polyrithm as the volley hit em
Bellowin - any soundwave is a welcome one
On standby
Outline the pleasure cries like hentai as I let my restin engines sigh
The quest's end is nearby
Certainly as I turn the key and reignite the circuitry and we in flight
High enough for deicide from above
But my mind's full of love for the guy
And those times they tell me "I don't matter" I won't believe them.
And those times they tell me "I don't matter" I won't believe them.
