Are you ready for the final weekend

Beats hit tissue and your pulses weakened

Living like tomorrow's a mirage or a beacon

Pound another breath of fresh air if you're decent

We're trying to enjoy this while it lasts

Before somebody has to spoil the bash with a blast

I'm gonna percolate like I've worked too late

Take a moisture break and let it circulate

And get proper as war time etiquette

Music colors sentences like subject and precicate

Waves moving through the oxygen so delicate

Through two senses

Feeling like you're healing relevance through the censors

Subconscious aims over logical fences

Nocturnal games live optical lessons

Interpreting things with new lenses

If emotionally detached

Connection recommences

In evening sentiments the empathic living glow

Shows impactful evidence graphic as a star of snow

Any year could be the one we fear but know

It ain't here until it is we're still on the globe

Mind where you tread as the Earth feels your soles

Nobody knows the steps to this dance or their roles

Because any second we can die from our weapons

Any minute we can meet the infinite

Any hour we could greet higher power

Any day now any day now any day now any day

Are you ready for the final weekend

Beats hit tissue and your pulses weakened

Living like tomorrow's a mirage or a beacon

Pound another breath of fresh air if you're decent

Its kind of tragic sometimes it makes me manic

So I chant against the panic to do damage and I mange

With funk so sane the smell stains your brain cells

When front row steps on stage and play themselves

Fill your hourglass cameos to the last granule

Life has no manual autopilot off manual

Seems to be the paradigm unaware of where am I

Sound crests to mirror tides reflecting in the moonshine

Heaven knows we'll miss this instant in due time

Push that rhythm passed the next threshold and lets go

Under nights parasol until we drop like set Sol

Peddling decibels you can audit with retinals

Straight body talk edit all the conventional

On the social sidelines B-Girls B-Boys

Be ground breakers of the globe

Can't avoid the void so fill it

With fulfillment foothold on the voyage

Enjoy final trip out

Until your vital blips go straight

And you're packaged like a gift to the place beyond the gates

Any second we can die from our weapons

Any minute we can meet the infinite so

Are you ready for the final weekend

Beats hit tissue and your pulses weakened

Living like tomorrow's a mirage or a beacon

Pound another breath of fresh air if you're decent