[Verse 1]

Always going to the newest way again

Always on a whim

Always on an end

I'm too caught up getting coddled in the wind

Horse carriage with a torch bearer

You look forward but it's a distorted mirror

See the panorama

I could paint a mural of the world though

Everything is only source code

And time got us in a force choke

But mine got me in a warm hold

Cause I been walking with the threads

Learning how to tread

Poking through the course load

My next tape, only more so

Your next place already foreclosed

By a past you already past you

So if it lasts maybe move more slow

Hyacinth