VERSE 1 (Swamburger) Typical for a chase scene, nobody wait, move outta my way Place blame upon the same who never wanted me to be confrontational Bait'll be the face of a planet granted we fall for the rodeo okeedoke (Only folk to be choked by the tightrope... not me!) I'm wanted for believing in KING My wife could be arrested for a similar thing But she gave birth to peace before she married me for better so Now the town is chasing her about with scarlet letters Odd-balling it with fit genes, whipped for ice cream; Forfeit the portrait of roots for icing Tightening a screw loose... Suits of blue noose ties play dead until the noose in youth rise My eyes wept for a leader then and still do Running for the position of KING will k** you, so I press on Interfacing with less on the point of making points with a point to press on The mood of stress gone, test of threat gone... My neighborhood submits to unpredictable headlines “Don't believe the hype!” I know you wanna be all normal and formal The world is flat... I just tried to warn you man Take heed to the sea of zombies that chase seekers of nonbelievers Of a world they say is peace but in fact is off track... (a train wreck set to a tune that wears black.) And still I run from a mob of chalk walk Soon to be a victim to a dream that won't talk "Put in a race against time." "Refuse to lose!" [Verse 2: Alexandrah] I'm being hunted By blind who judge impossibles to see Cavalry's coming To fell synesthetics to its knees I birth blues in a crimson tide Neath buildings that scrape the sky Gather palette to restore the warmth From downpour of insipid eyes Whet appetite, whisper them vivid wishes every night So in that waking dawn of day The motive's hint remains There's no need to escape