Shahmen - Pulse lyrics

There goes my pulse Beats like morse code All the bones and skulls Hidden in the wardrobe Now become my clothes Skeletons of warzones Living in my home I think I found my mind Lord you know I lost it Water turned to wine Made us all alcoholics The hollow in the side Bottle up my conscience The well has run dry... My feet fell asleep now I'm dead wide awake The sweet smell of kief starts to breeze my way Twenty two rings here swinging through the grain Granted to the tree extended through the main The wind up in my lung blow the dust off the bookworm Tell me what it look like which way to look first Flown to the east bird now I'm headed westward Tell me why the good die know why the crook smirks Brought out the ice box pulled out the ice pick Living in your room now the ice man is coming Damn this is a cold world man I think I like it Summer seems to end from the winter I collide with One in a billion souls spill into the mic with Failures and my goals blood with which I write this Sailing through my dome waiting for the pirates Take everything you own Thrown into the fire Now we watch as it burns Its a Saturday in August Loss of my nerve Can't put the mic down Lost in my words Dance as I write now Lost in my world Dance as I write now Walk in my world Dance as I write now Walk in my world Dance as I write now Walk in my world Dance as I write now Walk in my world There's a spirit in my ear now, circled out we spittin' Home to the fear child, beast here within Want to put the spear down but hunting's how we live Time for the feast, the feast is all it is Drumming makes my bones shake Pace it with my right Hold my book in my left hand The others keep in time See the math work I'm a number named always Trapped on the earth where we'd rather sin oddly My chakras are in line I don't need no logic Crawling up my spine Leave it to my promise Swallow up my pride Spit it to the godless All of these lies... The wind up in my lung blow the dust off the bookworm Tell me what it look like which way to look first Flown to the east bird now I'm headed westward Tell me why the good die know why the crook smirks I feel like the story is grown and I've left Only you are here child cleaning up this mess Funny as a joke that just broke with no punchline Giving up on hope but hope is giving you time And in the tower of my words I live sitting proper Cowards wait to burn while I live long and prosper May I live long and prosper Should I live long and prosper?