verse 1: Look out, eyes peeled open, always watching where they wander/ Honing my peripheral vision, listen closely when I sit and ponder/ Quickly , not for long, for sure/ For time is dissipating, like a lonely little cloud at noon in a desert landscape/ Sing while you carry on, a tune that you could be carried in/ Your own personal cumulonimbus like its a chariot/ Ariel scoping, making it rain careful so as not to blow you load/ Oh! there it goes again, you soak the ground you alit upon/ A sitting duck, a lost pawn/ Pick it up or it's gone/ Use it or lose it, another victim to this shit storm/ Grab the bull by the horn now, or forever morn. Now you've been warned. How 'bout you see for yourself?/ Seeing is believing, but you don't recognize the loss/ the moment that you had and let pass and what that really costs/ So sleep it off boss, and when you realize that you're fighting for the wrong cause/ you can tell me I was right all along and suck my balls off. Chorus: Right, left, right, left, right, from mistakes, I learn. Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, move over, my turn. Chorus (background): Jump in, become engulfed, galvanize, open eyes, even when the lids are down, the shades are drawn, the lights are on inside. A million miles a millisecond, feeling overwhelmed at times. x2 Verse 2: Do I wanna take it further? Further than what? Further than the bloody history that's taught to us? They glorify and filter it, and it still looks ugly, even though, those are the parts of history they want us to know/ It becomes hard for me to not believe there's an even darker past we'll never get to see and it's for the best, probably/ Don't be afraid to approach top speed, further and further, let's proceed/ Beyond the grips of this system with a middle class, like here's a pinch of freedom that even you can afford, so long as you work forty hours a week or more/ You stinkin' whore/ Whether you're pushing buttons on a qwerty key board, or the register at a convenience store/ If you don't love what you're doing you should seek the door/ Reap your benefits for being born with what surrounds you/ Don't think for a minute that I'm talking about you. Chorus out

(Verse 1) Still trying to wake up 4 hours into the day/ which is a lot like the prior and the next I imagine/ So there it is, tunnel vision in a cave/ I'll keep the word palpable and focus on my passions/ I'm old fashioned, 'cause I don't rock a flat bill/ I'll ill. I'm sick. I'm congested. I'm ailing/ Cro magnun man, bury me under an ant hill/ I'll be the least healthy and still prevailing/ I'm a dick, most people are b!tches, fuck 'em/ Not a victim, I'm a symptom of the environment in which I function/ I retire when I'm tired all the time/ Life is music so the only way to retire is to die/ My lines don't punch, they infect/ Spread undetected, and leave the host dead/ So instead of learning the steps to this dance, don't bother/ Just soil your pants, while I roil these waters/ Coil into the fetal, shrivel little larva/ Who needs wings anyway? This is your karma/ Of course there's no me without you/ it takes two, like hydrogen to a water molecule/ So thank you. As we all try to harmonize/ From the twinkle in our father's eyes/ to the first sign of Alzheimer's/ We're all part of the fire that burns for eternity/ We're the eyes of the universe to admire it's beauty so... (chorus) WAKE UP! There's a blaze on our heals, ripping through the hills, and they've got their orders to EVACUATE US! Grab your stuff. WAKE UP! There's a wall of water standing coming down the canyon, and they've got their orders to EVACUATE US! (Verse 2) If hell is down, its funny how the music that we make is underground/ Its something to wonder about/ Like, are we so damn trained to view our selves with disdain/ if we hint the slightest bit against the main stream grain?/ Well, turn away 'cause if you heard me maybe you would turn the page/ and raise a ruckus in your perfect little turtle cage/ You're just a stat like murder rate/ I need to medicate to ease the pain in my lower vertebra / So i can attack like a bird of prey: distract and terminate/ Leave it on the stage and turn grey before I learn to pace/ myself. If you want to have it and eat it to, purge the cake/ persevere my little herd mate/ Let's debate about the existence of pearly gates/ 'cause all we got is time to waste right?/ I see the pride and it written on your face/ but that's a deadly sin, now what does that taste like? (bridge) Today/ You say/ Say who?/ Who thank?/ You thank/ Thank who?/ Today!/ Do they get it?/ They do/ love[fuck] 'em all either way/ 'cause I'm in a great mood... (chorus) WAKE UP! There's a blaze on our heals, ripping through the hills, and they've got their orders to EVACUATE US! Grab your stuff. WAKE UP! There's a wall of water standing coming down the canyon, and they've got their orders to EVACUATE US! (verse 3) At times I deserve to lose. At times I deserve to win/ At times I take it well, Other time I rub it in/ I'm a cock, represent '81/ Pisces, Feb. 25, king of clubs/ Ric Balls, see through a brick wall, with time/ Your eyes can't stop me from spying on your mind/ Or hiding on your mind/ Inevitably being on your mind all the time/ Fell free to cop a feel of mine/ Admire the design, don't desire my decline/ Together we burn brighter, let us find a hill to climb/ You and I combined, our energy is only amplified/ Open up your eyes and you can hold these little hands of mine. Wake up x4 (chorus) WAKE UP! There's a blaze on our heals, ripping through the hills, and they've got their orders to EVACUATE US! Grab your stuff. WAKE UP! There's a wall of water standing coming down the canyon, and they've got their orders to EVACUATE US!