driftin thru

Winded onstage; turn it to a rickety barn I'll blow it down

Paint the horse like a zebra hope it don't stick out

Pray fer fake love; hope for malice

Snap my feet in yoga practice; bogus balance

Spill the beans to my selfs tin flyin' throw the chalice

Cross the line; toe it backwards

Car broke down at pharmachoice just walk off ain't tow it back first

...A week late and three cents short

I go from wholesome like Heartland and inna matter of minutes switch to a dark man

Stark plans laid out on the Formica table antiquated

The future's looking like a horrible fable

Where the west sells the weapons to fund multiple bloodbaths