Prospekt’s March / Poppyfields

[Part I: Prospekt's March]

Smoke is risin' from the houses

People buryin' their dead

I ask somebody what the time is

But time doesn't matter to them yet

People talkin' without speakin'

Tryna take what they can get

I ask you if you remember

Prospekt, how could I forget?

Drums, here it comes

Don't you wish that life could be as simple

As fish swimmin' 'round in a barrel

When you've got the gun?

Oh, when I run, here it comes

We're just two little figures in a soup bowl

Tryna get behind a kind of control

But I wasn't one

Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky

And here I lie on my own in a separate sky

I don't wanna die on my own here tonight

But here I lie on my own in a separate sky