# four five eleven pound 727

[The_Cyclenauts]

In present for you now
you are hopeless when I wrote this
unaware unfocused
in the moment unoticed
under fear with a purpose and no device to show it
unprepared for the unknown
no idea where your going
mind closed from being broken
and you may have to die to get it open
when the road ends
you could walk amongst the chosen
we out around the thorns in the warzone roses
demonstrating gnosis
imitating moses
we do react
illuminating unenlightened human habitats
come get stoned with is us open where we battle at

Chorus:
i earned the right to burn the lights learned the life
now i ignite the night for those moving without sight
in the eyes of the mind in the land of lost flight
im two things
a king and being with two wings