At a loss for what to say
Early gloss won't pave the way
Morning glow on a rainy day
Drilling blows, even the brave sway
Grey surrounds our system
All around watery states stem
Motion bound, liquid, frozen
Under cover the journey began
Eyes half open, semi closed, half open again
Molden in my sheets, not daring to reach
The final leap, definitive feat, putting self to sleep
The one beat, barring my rest yet bearing my zest
The start and end, a life cheat meal, cheap
Check one, uncertain, non decisive
Check two, bars emerge, nothing cohesive
Check three, first doubts, new born itch passive
The mind so persuasive, but numbers ain't massive
Check four, the itch turns abrasive
Check five, steps left, feel the crisis
Check six, check six, check six, no
Thesis to pieces
I want to go back
I want to go back
I want to go back
I want to go back
Easy as a do over would be, no turning back
After a turnup lack, just turning backs
Left to right, left to right, left to right
Woop and smack
Hoop and slap
We're left back to back
We're left back to back
My feet where there once was a head
Heed the words walk, the legs talk
Crissing chalk, chimaeras flock, dream to drift in a moon walk
But down to brass tacks, livestock, paper over rock
Rushmock knocked, and the all night long stalk, fuck
No glitch though, the bullet pierced the bed
Hit the tilt hung low above our head
No blood stain, only stained ideas, stained ideals
Strained ordeals, the one sided deal leaving your brain drained
Just another detail in history, right?
Infinity, lopsided equality, right?
Well let me say something quickly before you leave
It'll only take a minute, right?
Blatantly the suppressed minority echo vividly
The seeming absurdity of a thought inevitably
Driving straightly to a gaping discrepancy
From the voiceless reality to the loud oblivious imaginary
But of all analysis I cannot agree with the core atrophy
That lets anti-establishment prevail over our sheer vanity
And push in a far retreat a majority of our values of colour race or gender equality
The foundations of our shared humanity
The end however clouded or double sighted cannot justify the means
Especially, when that end gives way to a unsettling uncertainty
We're stuck, midway, at a pool party, half unlucky
I want to go back
Easy as a do over would be, no turning back
After a turnup lack, just turning backs
Left to right, left to right, left to right
Woop and smack
Hoop and slap
We're left back to back