At the precipice yes I guess I never could get a grip
Better let it slip away Through my Fingertips
Live to fight another
Day dreamer wanna make a diff
Brotherhood of the bass
I stay singin my greatest hits
Personal playlist with versatile language
Got a bankroll of anguish every word another payment
Sacred offerings cradle to the coffin
A mish-mash of beauty and disastrous cacophony
Catastrophe of awesome but nothing is bottomless
Sometimes I wanna make a mockery of all of this
Absurdity we never found the words to speak
Blame the murder of crows but no the dirtiest bird beaks
Are those singing the sweetest songs atop the tallest trees
Call it democracy I see the same colonies
And I don’t wanna be an Ebeneezer on your holiday
I just want us all to be ok

Is it really all good?
Are you really alright?
You think we’re gonna make it through this cold night?
No it’s never all good
Far from alright
But It is what it is and it’s our life

So it’s really all good
And it’s really alright
Get your warm clothes on it might be a cold night
It’s really all good
And it’s really alright
It is what it is and it is our life

Act 2 - no track suit or tattoos
Naked as the day your mom had you Bamboozled -
And ignorance is bliss so we’re some damn fools- unkempt
Beautifully brutal - apocalyptic sunset
Wanna run yet? nowhere is safe from unrest
Take it with a grain of salt - and pills for blood pressure
Bet, got enough meds to raise the undead
From the river to the sea shit they both run red
Are you having fun yet?
Not until we do a coup
Global take down yeah total Revolution
Evolutionary from the jump nothing new
Except continued escalation got me pacing in my room
Make it go away - try to pretend until your old and gray
If your lucky wealth insulates you from the coldest days
Seeing is belief - there’s no suspension like the golden gate
Most’ll have to face the music for the whole shebang

Is it really all good?
Are you really alright?
You think we’re gonna make it through this cold night?
No it’s never all good
Far from alright
But It is what it is and it’s our life

So it’s really all good
And it’s really alright
Get your warm clothes on it might be a cold night
It’s really all good
And it’s really alright
It is what it is and it is our life

So make it all good, and create until you’re alright
Break the chains live free or die trying
And guess what - there never was time of peace
And there likely won’t be besides utopian dreams
The good old days are just revisionist reveries
Historical victors with selective memories
Murderous treachery plunder of lands
Dishonors and traumas all stuck in this dance
Our strength - the lie we tell ourselves - our faith
The creation story that separates us from the apes
But wait, that’s fake- reality still natural
Love in our hearts (while)
Bloody hands Build the caste walls