Drifting So far away Lost in space But where else could I be Blank slate No lines to be seen Canvass of black No walls around me Vacant lands Can barely see beyond your hands No known date Uncertain fate No end in sight This boundless prison frees and binds Feels like my mind is Drifting So far away Lost in space But where else could I be

Second space absorb my restless soul Test the pace of endless headwind Extra places store my baseless cold Shivering against the blizzard of resistance I see people walk by my building today I can see their smiles come from every corner But as they closer I can see their pain It's a face we put on for each other We're too influential on one another There's just too much here at stake And if you could see what I do I think you'd understand This superficial system's Getting out of hand Second space absorb my restless soul Test the pace of endless headwind Extra places store my baseless cold Shivering against the blizzard of resistance Why do we all hide our feelings these days Why are afraid of our own hopes and cares Being seen by passers by is not appealing We're all afraid of lasting stares We're too influential on one another Theres just too much that we pay willingly And if you could hear different tunes I think you'd understand This corporate interests starting To break up the band Second space absorb my restless soul Test the pace of endless headwind Extra places store my baseless cold Shivering against the blizzard of resistance

Beefeater Dream eater Dip the pen in the ink well Breath life into my library This is the prequel All these introverted people Battling internal evils The priest under the steeple Is preaching that you can beat it With a little faith and prayer but don't you believe it It's only once you have paid your way they'll rid you of the evils and demons For free feeble advice is all you'll receive Conceive your own in between Of unknowns and unseens Your receiver is leaking scenes From your tv the green screen Tumbling down rumbling sound Compounded static energy Grounded out Zap around my roundabout Pass through glass grooves Classrooms are getting rowdy So I'm thinking outy About time I got used to shouting over crowds at outings doubters are getting pouty Loud tunes are pounding Sounds around howling Bounce down from downtown Crown and sky in the back Lights flash as we drive by Casual gas pedal push Watch quick as the time flies Rolling up 9 5 doing 9 5 No 9 needed pre rolling green 9 to 5 No 9 to 5 in my life Survive on my own time Borderline of insane and ok I ride Stay odd till I die A juggernaut when I'm high Dice rolling hoping the goal will provide Some quiet peace of mind knowing I can rely Heavily on my own designs Steadily my own supplier Intrepidly moving on up the ladder I know process is what matters Love it or end up in disaster Fasten all seat belts We're blasting off Solid fuel is burning in the backbeat Tap it out on flat feet Biking on the backstreets With a couple of homies Go easy on the calories Jump it up like a battery Battering down walls with blasphemy casting off headstrong tendencies Check in with these trustees Old steez rusting in summer breeze I can barely believe it Check please Old themes coming from the other team I can barely conceive it Let alone defeat it Have you seen the Obscene belief that Dreams can be replaced by designer jeans Better not complete it Buying in to the fiscal nonsense Burning away at your inner conscience Honestly honesty isn't valued now Everybody's looking for perfect sound now 100 takes playing at the same time Auto tuned eq curved to the sky Full compression Limiter Drive Maybe a couple filters? Bitcrush it? Huh? Are side chains required Writing now? Maybe meticulous isn't the only route Simple Put good in, get good out. Production style has power but our Ears shouldn't hear flatline for entire albums Thousands of decibels wasted in that war of loudness Tryna drown out one another not focused on our own sound How it should be Could we get back to brass tacks And good beats Quality musicians out there jamming in the streets Without labels, managers or pr marketing teams Too many out here're getting lost in the green Gotta hit the demographics adults and teens The fact of the matter is talent is seen If artistry is your secret There's no need to keep it Believe that your evils exist in each It's a shared experience just trust In your gut feeling We've all got dreams Just the fact that you've got the balls To scream yours at all in the hall Deserves recognition by default It's the definition of hard decision Sitting back and playing it safe Or put a life on the line Your real life vs a huge ass waste of your time Emails from home Take me back to where I started from Emails from home