I've been planning, ever since I landed on this planet
The secret to success, I guess I'll never understand it
Took gravity for granted, now my whole viewpoint is slanted
Though I'm still pretty sure that my feet are firmly planted
Goddamnit! That's a command by the way
So hopefully your ass'll get smote right away
Now don't get me wrong, I'd never drop to a knee and pray
But I'm down to make a deal with a deity, per se
If a lighter shade of grey could paint the sky these cloudy days
Then maybe I'd be less intent to see them go away
It must be better this way, as I'm pushing past the pain
So regardless of the rain I guess I really can't complain
This land is strange, geography's an oddity
Topography's a tragedy, cartography's a comedy
If one side of the coin cannot exist without the other
Then maybe that explains why the sun and moon are lovers

Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Double Dragons on the prowl, setting fire to the tracks
Remindin' lower life forms of the things they lack

When I first designed today I had a different shape in mind
I got a funny sorta way in which I play with space and time
Form situations outta clay, a shade of grey that stays refined
I guess it's true what they say, god is dead and fate is blind
Blessed with the gift of babble spreading bliss as I unravel
Or at least I am in theory, it's a constant uphill battle
Life has never really been the way it oughta be
And what's odd to me is the lack of a return policy
Struck by realization, maybe I should've listened
When they said to read the terms and conditions
though time is an illusion, I've still got no time for that
So instead I'm lacing snares with only the finest raps
Trying to cover my tracks and poetically wax
On a mixture of emotion and empirical facts
If you fear what you lack, then you do yourself disservice
Perfect is a concept that gets lost beneath the surface