Wanna walk a tight rope? Cinch it even tighter. I'm six degrees away from every brown Bic lighter. And I'm happy that wood's more abundant than fire, there's a war going on, I save some rubber for the tires. And the apple of my eye turned to cider, so now that every time I blink the bright spots get brighter. And now the blasphemy is pa**ed out next to me, and every ballad's turning out way too anthem-y It's like you want to see a magic trick but can't fathom that the man's hand is actually behind the hankerchief. Pull the wool over your eyes before you know it your sensory's frozen, hoping to be a mathmetician donning a dunce's clothing. I shift perspectives, eye of the needle and the record. Have's, have not's, max and half-steppers. Air, fire, water, earth, mantle, crust, core. Knock 'em out the box and lock 'em behind doors What am I locking and why am I locking it? Where is the key and what'll I do with it? I turn the key slow, melt it down for gold, sell it to afford to teleport home. And I got what I came for, more than the lion's share, gluttony shines the light in the eyes of playing fair. I sell shares of sunlight hoping to make a quick k**ing off it. Quickly learn the difference of the prophet and the philosophic. Growth knows the simplest route is photosynthesis -- reach for the sky, don't limit your mind Another new-fangled fad from New Fanglad that made it's way through the thick, gnarled skin of the mainland. And hit its mark in the dark impossibly, and mulched its deed to fertilize its property. Creation loves the organic, but soil fell to the wayside of this sky-scraping steel-lined planet. No bu*ton for panic but surely cause for alarm -- you know it's a problem when your own body's wishing you harm