**LYRICS**

And now you're lost in this awesome.
Son of a gun, lost 'em.
It's often the cause of my problems.

When I'm alone in Boston,
it's back to the softened offense
and that solemn intolerance
for anything but awesome.

Awe that I stand in.
All of my fans randomly left
red handed and they caravanned tandem
through the tanned red planets
that supported life evenly
and, seemingly releasing me,
conveniently, they banned it.

And I sanded down the sands of time
like granite
till they dropped through
this hourglass of mine, like,
"damnit."

Quickly.
Like time was my enemy.
And rhymes had befriended me.

And I've seen minutes that I could stand on.
Friends that couldn't go home.
A brother that knows me.
A life of my own.
Limits and emotions.
Penitence for old poems.
The denigration of this bold, strong
platform I've been placed on.

Saving grace. Loving arms.
Harms way. Movement.
Little children. Places to stay.
Lover's arms. Two shits.

And now I'm solidly committed to living,
sending out flowers from all of these towers
I've been in.

Depending on what will come,
this is lifetime music.
I'm giving it up for lent
before I lose it.

And when my time comes to live,
I'll take the time to do it.
Time is just a tunnel,
there's a fine line through it.

In a sense, innocence sends friends
into friendliness.
If time is the enemy then I'm the revolution.
And I will be televised far into the future
in the format that follows after YouTube.

We can assume two truths
that always follow after youth.
One isn't knowledge
and the other isn't true.

Following birth, actively bath born babies
find the surest way to die.
I call myself "I".
I only just recently learned to tie a tie
and I exclusively do it with someone
standing right behind I
feel like my feelings have a fine felt fiber
that have woven together and been
melded by this fire,
so if you cause me to feel,
you can expect me to pause.
I've got to travel,
unravel back to the cause.
It goes:

Only loss is an inevitable cause.
Gain doesn't strain the same muscles.
Struggle maintains the veins main
claim to the brain.
The spinal chord attaches
where they left off.

In a blog I lifted up my brothers in arms
and then their legs caved
right at the ankles.

Now I take the same fire power training
lanes that I've gained
and list them on my resume as ancient.

Listen up:
Lives haven't lost living given that they're ending.
My solitude's sweet beat seeps out from beginnings
like a street sweep might enjoy a chimney.
Like a free week benefits from ending.

That'll take defending.

Listen: leverage everything you've heard.
More than just the words.
Find a way to benefit from
all that's been inferred.

All that has occurred
has evolved into sure bets
placed under duress,
leading us to lively little
games of insurance.

And if the Earth can endure this,
I'm sure that it's worth it.
Shout out loud that its
the birth of our purpose.

(shout out loud that
that's the birth of our purpose)


(again)

Only loss is an inevitable cause.
Gain doesn't strain the same muscles.
Struggle maintains the veins' main
claim to the brain.
The spinal chord attaches
where they left off.

In a blog I lifted up my brothers in arms
and then their legs caved
right at the ankles.

Now I take the same fire power training
lanes that I've gained
and list them on my resume as ancient.

Listen up:
Lives haven't lost living given that they're ending.
My solitude's sweet beat seeps out from beginnings
like a street sweep might enjoy a chimney.
Like a free week benefits from ending.

That'll take defending.

Listen, leverage everything you've heard.
More than just the words.
Find a way to benefit from
all that's been inferred.

All that has occurred
has evolved into sure bets
placed under duress,
leading us to lively little
games of insurance.

And if the Earth can endure this,
I'm sure that its worth it.
Shout out loud that its
the birth of our purpose.

(shout out loud that
that's the birth of our purpose)