(Chanting Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic)

Welcome to the fellow un-ananointed,
The No-shows, exploited, and disappointments
No soul to bestow but your own,
so say hello, come and join us,
throw your voice in,
enjoy it.

Consider just where you are,
beneath undressed stars,
lemme braid ether at my leisure in the heart,
I am but a bark of a creature with a mark,
a leader in the dark,

a meter with the cards,
a dealer with the bars,
a healer and a bard,
I am on top of every unused quark
with a fight like a shark bite,
pickin out shards like.

my servant made of sparks and mud,
perfect wave gave me a great big hug
words combine into my heart’s own drugs,
traversing higher, finding hard parts fun.

Hey, whatever keeps me honest,
rooting mantra out of gnostic sonics,
blooming solace out of cosmic sonnets,
this honest tempting promise.

Hypnotic like the goddess plotted,
tuning optics a-la pocket prophets,
viewed melodically, symbolically,
still all on me to keep me honest.

Whatever keeps me honest.
I'm gonna keep me honest.
Whatever keeps me honest.

Back in game with creative feeling.
Can’t see straight when Lucky 8’s MC’n.
It’s a shame, this terrain, so tame, I’m reeling.
No meat in the game
I’m throwing MSG in.

That gap, say and do, it can tell,
Hands and vocals I use to cast spells on
Myself I’m compelled to excel,
I can tell, the groundswell is well on its way to propel me,

but only if I vote to wholly devote to bank notes
and thank flows that I go with.
I got goals I vocalize, I’m owed it.
God knows, what if I were to show it?

My sights on a prize and i’m hyped out,
Screaming affirmations with the lights out,
Treble waves made between the eyebrows,
I’ve been Jekyll too long and its high time Hyde’s out.

Hey, whatever keeps me honest,
rooting mantra out of gnostic sonics,
blooming solace out of cosmic sonnets,
this honest tempting promise.

Hypnotic like the goddess plotted,
tuning optics a-la pocket prophets,
viewed melodically, symbolically,
still all on me to keep me honest.

See, I was fucking with the wrong kids,
building tents in basements and taking bong hits,
killing common sense when it came to being on it,
now I lug a promise until I’m fucking all in.

I’m linking these dog/god dichotomies
singing beams into a temple audibly,
bringing dreams from not to might probably,
thinking commonly said thoughts unconciously
and that

resonance mentally implanted.
Over and undertones both start dancing.
Trade waves and you won’t leave empty handed
You ain't even gotta understand it,
for example

Ic ġebe’d sprẹcan ġestȯriġ for ġẹras.
hit mạn nȧn oþ þu vill mec erġġan.
þu instefnan nd cėp mec ȧliġfan.
þạt be vel mid ic, oþ ȧn behẏran.

Hey, whatever keeps me honest,
rooting mantra out of gnostic sonics,
blooming solace out of cosmic sonnets,
this honest tempting promise.

Hypnotic like the goddess plotted,
tuning optics a-la pocket prophets,
viewed melodically, symbolically,
still all on me to keep me honest.

I’m gonna keep me honest,
loosen conscious off of common topics
moving eyes into forgotten sockets,
mood’s a rocket not a god damn problem,

and without a doubt it’s
proving god to an astonished novice.
Booming prophecy, methodically,
evolving me to keep me honest.

Whatever keeps me honest.
I'm gonna keep me honest.