[Verse 1: Joe Horton]
Language like muttering in the gutter of pattern
Tonight I’m stalking the moon ‘ Bright
Idle mouth, idle mouth ‘ Isolated room cries
Sun come up with the same condor tricky carpenter
And pine plank pitch that he did before
Cave painting primate, irate someone’s taking credit
For his mindstate with blind faith
Weight in his veins, bait on his plate, makeup on his face
So we’re basically the same
Moth to the flame, flame to the night, night to my light light heart beating heavy
Tips on her spine ‘ Fingers getting sweaty
There’s a reason that I came ‘ Can’t remember for my life
Lost my head in the shark water
Teeth first with a slick suit and a stick walker
Spit blood as I roll through the red dust
Motherf*ckers talk sh*t but never bet against us
[Hook:James Diers:]
Body is the water ‘ Soul is a wave
Body is the air ‘ Soul is a sound
Body is the ground ‘ Soul is an earthquake
Body is a body ‘ Soul is awake
[Verse 2: Joe Horton:]
I’m not a man, I’m a gamut of possibility
Stranded mid-soliloquy
Slow motion explosion exposing this hole’s fragility
Desperate cathedral, even if we believe in you
People are just people, they’ll always be good and evil
Phase cancellation ‘ Had to put your faith in
Whatever lays adjacent to the basic illustration
Half that half until you understand the line that you’re trying to touch
Was inside of your mind the whole time
Greed gets humble around mumbling homeless
Seemed so simple until somebody owned it
Dissipative magic is a victim of precision in a system
Of forgiveness after brittle atonement
Hands to the bricks of hell
Love when he hit the ground ‘ All he does is kiss and tell
Took a swipe at the machinery
Why you playing mad? Doesn’t matter what it means to me
[Outro: Diers & Horton]
Lost the meaning when I got the joke