[Produced By Bleached]

[Verse 1: Avis]

This one life skidded over burnt schisms

Speeding over speed bumps to inertia rhythms

Ridden to life in geometric prisms

The abstract soul

Looking to control these systems

To unfold a higher wisdom

Through the wire blunts

Lighting up to heavens

Just to fire up the lightning struck

This awe across the comps jaw

Slacking dropped to stop the pause

Reciting raps he's spitting gauze

Of messages received from gods

Oh god don't sink into that black hole

Entering a universe

When two verses applicable

See the gas pedals

In the switch up of the gears

And no switch up of the snares

Since those of classical era

Feel the aura getting nearer

Solitude confines despair or

When your spirit alone trapped inside that mirror

See one eye could find the way

To the only escape

Through the vision of three eyes

In the optic space

[Hook]

Life equations

Birth breath then decaying

Some always praying

To stay away from satans predation

But all it's taking is to open up your mind

To open up your eyes and give into the light

Waves crashing no god but this some holy clashing

Souls collide but minds spar without the hearts passion

Gold hearted off this earth

From death till the day of birth

I stay golden in the eye

A young Horus optic sight

[Verse 2: Avis]

Its the well developed

Skill levels still propelling

Him to well beyond heavens trims

Lights are not evident

But life is still of relevance from the

Darkness thats enveloping the light

Years spent with relics and now its relish

Cus now he's chasing honey and some pollen polished buzzes these

Bees wooded up

In trees I bust

This life in ecotopias

Has flourished

Pulling me towards the fluorescents

Now his presence on the throne

With ounces sends em to the essence

Enter back into the ozone

No more lost light but the third eye sight

Sees the gridlocked home

And mid life drones

Cus life just drones on

That's why this sound is so wrong

Third eye lids sinking deep into these clogs

Speeding from arrest opposite of menopause

50 years gears stop shifting

Shit deposits

Popping crackers like phosphorus bombs

Entering bliss through the sifting of the phonics

Spark the chronic

Till it's sparse and often flaunted

Take a whiff

Whips scented from the piff

And I got a quarter tank

Penzoil of the pennyroyal

Just wait this gas inflated prices

Cus its so dank

And industrial we spark the propane

Just hit me with the pound sign

I pound dimes

After hash is tagged with ground thyme

Staggered

From the limp of trucking all this lumber

These dykes can't hold my thunder

When lightning up her wonders

Hear the crashing

This is gods hitting drummers

Some holy clashing

Birthed this music that I'm under

And if you heard this

Release me from the sheeps stumble

[Hook x2]

Life equations

Birth breath then decaying

Some always praying

To stay away from satans predation

But all it's taking is to open up your mind

To open up your eyes and give into the light

Waves crashing no god but this some holy clashing

Souls collide but minds spar without the hearts passion

Gold hearted off this earth

From death till the day of birth

I stay golden in the eye

A young Horus optic sight