Moonshine on my sinful skin
as I tug you in,
don't wanna die again
but I'm dead within.
Taking your precious time
manipulating my eyes
to comply with your disguise.
Your teeth seeps in my neck
stealing my flesh
until there's nothing left.
Away the night went with theft.

Up goes the sun,
you know what that means?
In comes the noise
and out leaves the peace.
Day leaves the side of me
that is sweet.
Armor to shield the snakes coming for me.
Indigo movement for eternity.
Government failing us for we need to speak.
Dragging us down into the crypts of beneath.
A new world of unity our purpose to lead.
Believe in yourself for a real
life that will change the world until
your mark is made and fulfilled.

Wish they'd understand.
Could I live with myself if they don't?
Or go harder and write this message louder.
Fools chasin' these streets and white powder.
This city ain't a place I can show
the art that created my soul.
But it's the only way they'll know.

I don't feel too safe with these walls down.
I think love is coming for me now.
Filled with thoughts but none are coming out.
Do you look at me like I'm your bait?
Will you tell the truth or make me wait?
Common sense is blurred in fear of pain.
I can read the message on your face.
Anyone out here could take my place.
Light is dimming in this long tunnel.
Running blind and covered in rubble.
Still pleasure in this pain as I fumble.
Where am I to go?
Will I have to go alone?
On a repeating flow.
Forgot everything I know.

Touch your imagination.
Expand your power of creation.
Millions of souls reactant to your work.
Millions of people grabbing on to their worth.
You're a diamond covered in dirt.
Find something great far in the outskirt.
Brace yourself for the truth will hurt.

I'm blunted when the grey clouds come.
The grey clouds come when I'm blunted.
The stars always keep it one hundred.
Keep it one hundred like the stars.
They don't really know who we are.
Who we really are they don't know.
Maybe you could understand me in video.
Visuals can give you understanding.
But 20 years of being misunderstood could make you lose your understanding.
I bite at my lip when I'm nervous.
Have I really found my purpose?
Sometimes I don't think about it 'cause I begin to think if it's worth it.
I don't wanna miss this high.
The higher I get the more I miss it.
I don't wanna miss this high.
But in the morning I might forget it.
I don't wanna miss this high.
'Cause when it's gone this pain is gonna fill it.
I don't wanna miss this high...