What if I told you that you haven't completely experienced anything
Nothing I've written, nothing I've made
This is war painting, a collage of paintings
Several songs per track, several tracks per page
Ain't even half my anguish
Need to learn the math to explain it
What a clash of language
Freed the role my passion plays
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
I can make gold from ink and pain
I've only eaten rain
After nitrates, lit my system
I don't even feel a thing
I can't breathe how much I think
Anxious in the brain
Lengthy how I made thee,
But it's just the way I trained
I trip to lift the script as hieroglyphics
I spit to get the time machine to drift
I've written it as making of my scripture
Illustrations, gifts to twist dimensions
The show is my prediction for my spirit
The game to pass the time so I don't end it
I trip to lift the script as hieroglyphics
I spit to get the time machine to drift
I've written it as making of my scripture
Illustrations, gifts to twist dimensions
The show is my prediction for my spirit
The game to pass the time so I don't end it
End it