You Know What It Is Lyrics

Again I'm counting down, facing up, this I know well

I could list a million reasons why it don't sell

Shit that won't stick, admit the vision won't gel

Running out of system memory like an old Dell

Yeah

Windows steaming up, the passersby they can't see through my tint

Smoke and mirrors, open inwards, soaking through my skin

Self-inflicted low expectancies don't boost my stint

From the silence to the sirens, eyes are too far in

See, in this life we're all just taking chances

All just chasing answers, all just scraping by

All just faking movements, out to make advances

Targets on their back now why we aiming past this?

Overlook the introduction, burn the pages, skip the chapters

Pass the baton, torch the flame, reforming, I've been born again

Redefining expedition, touring round the astral planes

Boundaries required, sound, I'm found in mine the most

Here's to the occasion, raise a glass let's make a toast

Literally, I made a mark, you barely made an excuse

You're smart enough to know yourself, I shouldn't have to tell you

Seeking validation while so many seeking refuge

You can call me Triton how I'm circulating Neptune

Moses how I shift a wave

Focus out and into frame

Smoking loud from flint to flame

Hoping doubt will lift the blame

Loaded, how I missed the aim

Slowing down, I hit the brakes

Notice how I infiltrate your code like it's a simple game

You know what it is

And it's not over, nah, it's barely begun

Watch the symptoms worsen further

Break the chain, update the version

Lose the ego, drop the act

Take off the mask and face the person

The one who lives in fear of the feeling never returning

Yeah, it's no concern

We merely line the clouds with silver

See them features looking weak, you ain't the same without the filter

Mark the cause of death unspecified, it's age that must've killed her

Not this outlook that we practice where connection's unfamiliar

That's another case dropped on feds account of indolence

Wasting time and money like the trauma ain't a hindrance

Conjure up without consent, victim-blaming, plain defence

Fight your corner, till your knuckles bloody, that's the main event

We know no bliss, but won't show this

Set the limits unattainably, the goalposts' shift

I said we know no bliss, the goalposts' shift

It's Property of Subject, you know what it is

Yeah