for if and when we go above, the question still remains: are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?

then the day that it happened, i recorded this last bit, i look forward to having a lunch with you again.

either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you, the softest echo could be enough for me to make it through.

stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run.

they're smirking at fresh blood, they're circling above, but this is not enough, yeah this is not what you thought.

well, we're surrounded and we're hounded, there's no above or a secret door.

venom on my tongue, dependent at times.

i look forward to having a lunch with you again.

then the day that it happened, i recorded this last bit.

lights, they blink to me, transmitting things to me. ones and zeroes. ergo this symphony.

i'll go with you, i'll go with you, i'll go with you, i'll go with you.

i can feel pressure start to possess my mind so i'll take this beat i should delete to exercise.

east is up, i'm careless when i wear my rebel clothes.

this clique means so much to this dude it could make him afraid of his music and be scared to death he could lose it.

the moment is medical, moment is medical.

isn't what i want, blood is on my tongue, i cut my lip.

i'll stop my plans but you'll have to tie me down and then break both my hands if you need anyone.

'cause they won't get them. no, they won't get them. they won't get them, but they won't get them.

east is up, i'm careless when i wear my rebel clothes.

and you know i never look for conflict for the thrill, but if i’m feeling someone stepping towards you, can't describe just what i'm feeling.

east is up.

my opinion, our culture can treat a loss like it's a win and right before we turn on them, we give 'em the highest of praise and hang their banner from the ceiling communicating, further engraving, an earlier grave is an option away. no.

i'll stay in my room my house is the one where the vultures are perched on the roof.

don't get me wrong, the rise in awareness is beating a stigma that no longer scares us, but for sake of discussion, in spirit of fairness could we give this some room for a new point of view?

i've used up all i've collected, i have singed my hands.

i'm tired of tending to this fire.

if i keep moving, they won't know, i'll morph to someone else.

you were here when i wrote this, but the masters and mixes will take too long to finish to show you.

they know that it's almost, they know that it's almost over.

i'll be right there but you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air if you need anyone.

the last two lines may read incorrect until said, the lead is terrible in flavor, but now you double as a paper maker.

now different lives i lead, my body lives on lead.

i could use the streams and extra conversations, i could give up, and boost up my reputation, i could go out with a bang and they would know my name, they would host and post a celebration.

when i leave, don't save my seat, i'll be back when it's all complete.

i'll stay in my room my house is the one where the vultures are perched on the roof.

nice to know my kind will be on my side, i don't believe the hype.

in time, i will leave the city.

get behind me, i bet this nepotistic mindset will help us get ours as we're growing.

no, i move slow. i want to stop time, i'll sit here 'til i find the problem.

you know i had to do one on the record for her like this, you know i had to do one on the record for her like this, you know i had to do one on the record for her like this.

hide you in my coat pocket, where i kept my rebel red.

i've got a pet cheetah down in my basement, i've raised him, and bathed him, and named him jason statham.

sipping on straight chlorine, let the vibe slide over me.

they know what i mean.

my opinion, our culture can treat a loss like it's a win and right before we turn on them, we give 'em the highest of praise and hang their banner from the ceiling communicating, further engraving, an earlier grave is an option away. no.

yeah, sever all i thought i could depend on my weekends on the freezing ground that i'm sleeping on please, keep me from, please keep me down from the ledges, better test it, wooden wedges under doorways, keep your wooden wedges under doors.

we're surrounded and we're hounded, there's no above, or under, or around it. for above is blind belief and under is sword to sleeve, and around is scientific miracle, let's pick above and see.

i'll morph to someone else, i'm just a ghost.

dusting off my jumpsuit.

fall out of formation, i plan my escape from walls they confined.