I was talking to the karma trying to disarm us, darkness illuminating minds like an altar.
They can't really help us..
Bet you're feeling helpless..
And you can't really help it.
Such a high place to fall from.

I feel like I'm uncle sam I should smoke another branch,
hover-ing the way I govern this track running in - when I hear a drum or kick .
They might still be humming dis I just pop the upperhinge.
Drop ship coming in - cov-e-nant mother-ship beam got another switch.
Catch you In the coupe like a mother hen, turning you to uncle ben, you aint move another inch. Gorilla to yall hundred men.
44 hit yo head aiming at your fucking legs words make your stomach twitch soon as they discover pens.
Like a walking - talking - steven hawking - to your neiman marcus getting more points than peter parker soon as the three are spotted I'm leaving a string of bodies on these beats hourly