The Masters Clock is X - Intellectual

Sometimes it's made up as I go

Sometimes I think before I do

I look four ways before I cross

It's ok to forget what I knew

Fill me up and pour me out

Flooding corners of the house

I'm but a vessel, but a vessel

No fixed point

When that wave rush, where will you take shelter

Wade in the water, who can't be touched

No heaven to help us

Earth and sky, I and I, for one

Oil my scalp in the sun

Idle as fuck, world ground to a halt

Unorthodox, the master's clock is X

I'm bending in thе creases

Fatal wave, run thе body glove

The games gutter I peacefully careen

How far does it reach, to what end will you believe

Control is an illusion too

I'm but a vessel, but a vessel

Screaming in the void only gave me a sore throat

Life insurance is a pyramid scheme

The paranoia cackles in the key of "I told you niggas"

Somethin' about strings and passive surrender

How does one make space to be tender

Would love sustain?

I heard the body remembers

What remains