Focus, I'm coming to on a mountain
Look alive for my audience, I can't die til I'm glorious
Focus, I'm coming to on a mountain
Look alive for my audience, I can't die til I'm glorious
Like gravy'd cabbage, moist crunching on frozen mud
You feeling average?
I'm above with my holy lunch, you heard that coming?
You can only predict my slugs, when nukes are hidden
I scrap the mask with my sass, now my torture is my death, repeated eloquence
If I lose I lose with lessons of how to win, that's obvious simple, the normal
It's clever, the wind is my mistress I feel her whenever I'm tethered
& if that's confusing I got my temper ready to tamper, one hit I'm good
I can punch past September in autumn, fresh from dreaming
Yampees in my eyes from last night's scheming
Cold rocks to snatch in the evening I'm greetin' heheing
Focus, I'm coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience
I can't die til I'm glorious. Focus, I'm coming to on a mountain
Look alive for my audience, I can't die til I'm glorious
Captured, seldom luxury of the manufactured
As if acupuncture fled the scene of my doctor's options
I feel pain still, as if the mockery of my sanity is needing a few pills
I handle that meal, when you tell me a deal I won't feel is my last gamble
Life only matters when you're living for tomorrow
With yesterday as a stepping stone I'm covered with bones
& I'm too high to be protected by scarecrows
The shock of this is I'm comfortable where the wind blows
I feel tragic, my template is the presentation of holy
Earth is average, I don't matter much to a universe that scavenges
Focus, I'm coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience
I can't die til I'm glorious
Focus, I'm coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience
I can't die til I'm glorious