I walk the world in search of sight but losing touch is just too much.

I am man, the first of my kind, I walk the line between sin and divine.

Drink  of waters from the spring, mother earth takes care of me for I am man, the first of my kind. I am clay feet in hell and heaven in mind.

Lights go down in cityscapes as the fire inside is stoked by the winds of change

Coin flip my luck for I am the first of the a line, blood lines and family feuds. But there's a light somewhere in there and in the darkest times it shines, lighthouse guiding me back to solid foundation.

Solid foundation where I'm circling the space station, day dreamer tripping over his lucid self, i am the first of my kind I walk the line of sin and divine.

I can teach you how to bleed, how to cheat, lie and stael, I can teach you how to kneel, how to sin, how love to and do it again.

I am flawed perfection and mother earth takes care of me, I drink of her spring waters while her moonlight lulls me to sleep.

I am a creature of destruction, of instruction, I am fleshmade machine.

Somewhere in this darkness there is a lighthouse with a light just for me, just for me to know that I'm not a lost cause, neon lights telling me who saves, while stars shine bright but my guiding light points me home and keeps me where I need to be.