"People worship these idols til they come in contact with gods" (Miller).
Place their hands on the bible, and they think it makes them be strong.
Life is all just a cycle so you spin around like you tripping
Watch your mind, what'd you find? Why do you think this life is all scripted?

Writing the words in the air, why do you care, weaving my stories away.
Tell me you wanna go home, what do you mean, why don't you come here to stay?
Stop the city, stop the practice, open up and allow me access
Stop the pity, so distracted. Why does the world always care for status?

Maybe you should, maybe you can't, maybe you wanna but barely can stand.
Maybe the worlds in the palm of my hand.
Maybe the worlds in the palm of my hand.

Lyrics we're writing to save from ourselves
Liquor we're sipping to save from ourselves
Dying, we're dying to save from ourselves
While no one listens, we're making our hells.

Take me to another day, another time, I want the medieval age
Writing perfecting my rhymes, out of my mind, there are no words left to say
Call me King Arthur, or say Robin Hood
Singing the Father and hobbling good

Hobbits in wood are robbing the hood,
take from the bad and then give to the good.

Spend some time away (from all the people and places you can't change),
You're born again, you're born again,
Daylight starts to fade (it's getting darker but the heat never fades)
You're born again, you're born again

Landscaping. I'm the man who demands patience. Hand signals and brand loyalty make faking.
You mans hating. For reasons as bland as popular, treason beneath a poplar tree, breathing I'm on a monitor. Some monikers.

Pseudonyms. Band names.
Biting sand cakes, writing about clam bakes.
I'm sounding a man's fate. Resounding in gram takes.
Poetry Slam makes my cranium wake.

Living with souls of men, chilling with eyes of gods,
Speaking to my skin she makes my heart applaud.
Fog. In my cloudy body distorted hobbies galore.
Proxy wars abort the storage of special spectacle blues.

Getting frosty, ordering food at the Wendy's drive through.
I'm not making a reference to substances, why're you?
Some dominoes falling, into our musical needs,
Cubical weeds are growing speedy and cruel. What do you see?

Spend some time away (from all the people and places you can't change),
You're born again, you're born again,
Daylight starts to fade (it's getting darker but the heat never fades)
You're born again, you're born again