If you've got chakra problems, I feel bad for you son
I've got one-hundred-and-eight problems and the Divine Mother caused all em.
I couldn't tell you my dreams because they'd start sucking me back in
When I finally let go of outcome was when I began to win.
The gods are playing Calvinball and I'm regional champion
The score is Verp to Seventy and my fire rages within.
The bases are loaded and the sun's going down,
one good volley's all it takes to win.
Can you feel your body compressing as your children memorize each swing?
I hear the echoes of my own voice carried on the wind
My name is already forgotten
Yet my tide has worn away the shores
The end is my beginning, it's all I've ever had
As I live my days by the scores.
My sentiments they all feel heavy
As I recall these psychic wars
Nothing can fill this craving
To return to the depths of my own Mind
That is what it feels like
To know you're literally Time.