Firefights - CYNE

Vapor trail sky writer, so live it live wire

Illuminate the dark—I spark a new fire

Moving slower than exams with colder hands

Just a Burning Man in the desert, raising sand

Final curtain call—take the stage, then we fall

Floyd turning Pink right before he hit «The Wall»

I’m just a pessimist masquerading as a law

Murphy heard me hurting but still wishing the worst upon

Higher intelligence never meant benevolent

Give me what you got and I’ll decide if you’re relevant

Put a bird on it.

Call it art.

I fall apart

Straight to the heart muscle—I tussle to get the part

Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain

Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang

Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain

Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang

Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine

Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids

Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine

Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids

Rise and shine moment.

Culture crime-coated

Juicy in the middle—so sick, I spit on it

Then going in it to the sweet defeat finish

Been putting on protection—don't want to see clinics

This is Cise Star Aurelius, the subject and the predicate

Alias to aliens, corruption in the data set

Auditory alimony—pay it out and keep it hot

Music for the matrimony—turn it up until we part

Super duper digital, Hi Fi to lyrical

So fucking pivotal, change your heart biblical

Give me the paper—I will solve it so analytical

And break it to the constituent points.

Then I get at you

Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots

«President not American"—shit so ridiculous

Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots

«President not American"—shit so ridiculous

Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain

Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang

Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain

Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang

Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine

Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids

Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine

Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids

I am the scratch and the itch, the pimp and the bitch

The welt and the switch, the missile and the blip

The cold sore hanging off the cute girl’s lip

The hole in the ship, Adderall and the fit

The bird and the bee, the flower and the weed

Your savings account after the overdraft fee

The sweat on the hand extended to make plans

The boy and the man, the star and the fan

Me…