[Verse 1: AMS] I'm asking you to…step back and breathe for 5 minutes/ The space for grace is fickle, but time is infinite/ Any clock is subtle script of digits with forged limits/ Mechanized ticks as gifts combating life's dissonance/ Your position is the short distance between 2 points/ The sputtering click on life's vinyl platter between 2 joints/ Infinite fractions of space to react in/ A muted scream for action that knocks gently or comes crashing in/ That beyond metaphysical understanding/ Like are you standing still, or is the earth moving faster than you're planning/ 5 minutes is a lifetime, one hour is an eye blink/ Never sure of the outcomes, we underuse the term "I think"/ We spend the days dizzy, wrapped tight in our personal hells/ Calendar stressing and red x-in, playing ourselves/ Toss and turn over a new leaf, barely sleep the whole night/ Stretching for the next hurdle, unsure of how to reach the height/ Trade the day's nightmares for what-ifs and lottery daydreams/ Until the cigarette is burned clean, along with any finer schemes/ Find a mold or bracket to fit our happiness average/ Attack life with avarice, and take bitter sips at a gla** of bad habits/ Dying for a scapegoat for out of tune swan songs/ Late 20s life of misguided crisis, feels like you got it all wrong/ Long on excuses, forever falling short/ Fiending for the wrong meanings of leaving behind a beautiful corpse/ (SLOW DOWN)// [Verse 2: AMS]: "Sometimes I wanna stop the world from spinning and step out of it"/ A wise man once said over breakbeats he was fed/ Ill-tended heart pinned to sleeve, dulled from misuse/ Can't consume a full plate of fears, so we chew our self-esteem issues/ Trying to find a slogan, desperate to trust/ So we tackle other people's issues, as long as they don't affect us/ What's the fuss cousin? Don't discuss the repercussions/ It's us buzzing about the next big thing coming, talking loud and saying nothing/ Supposed suffering, the war video takes forever bufferin'/ Trying to feel the horror bleed through the screen, less real if it doesn't/ If only there were words for the strife/ From the news tonight: disapproval from you, but that headline is someone's life/ Treat it like party favors and busted balloons/ When you realize the future you were told to fear is coming rather soon/ Tinge of apprehension in a chillier spot/ Stage-lights at a million watts, time is more than what you keep on your watch/ Spilling your guts trying to digest the discussion/ That seasick queasy feeling revealed when your speech has repercussions/ Privileged difficulty, cut you some slack/ Wish on a dead clock for that fifteen minutes of ignorant Facebook fame back/ Crystal clear revelation molding cataracts/ Whitman's multitudes as leaves of gra**, crushed underfoot by cruel fact/ That stinging space where the world is your opponent/ Time won't budge, so catch some reflection in the moment/ (SLOW DOWN)//