You know, there was a child up here
Warm and impatient, with brighter craze and
Mistaken with stories so blue
You, the boy that I knew before storms took me away from you
My time on this earth isn't mine
Guess the timing's off to be seen as polite
Guess I flourished good
In a land full of fuckers that rip what's inside
We were all born naked
In streets that neglect their own bluntess
And after all this time
We pack all our clothes and we give back some fire that burns inside
'Til no man caves away
Cruel shit coming down like the names we can't say
Sitting down is no man's defender
Away from the dust of our lane
And lost souls fly as birds sometimes
Say your imagination
I just build my way with crafty patience
Weren't we all made with complications
By the time this is done I'm yelling
That after all this time
Urge Is Back
Coming for the throne this time
The great fool's back
After all this time
Urge Is Back
Coming for the throne this time
The great fool's back
A thousand hands up on this wall of disaster
I'm taking turns I'm both the slave and the master
Place your hands up on this wall of disaster
I'm taking turns I'm both the slave and the master
And after all this time
Urge Is Back
Coming for the throne this time
The great fool's back
After all this time
Urge Is Back
Coming for the throne this time
The great fool's back