[Scratches]
"Let's take it back to...!"

[Verse 1]
I bleed liquid gold, and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slippin' on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed prose, the monster
My head and neck connected by a bolt
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
True to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself 'round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled piss head
And put up a fight 'til my fists bled
I choke on lead until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath of fresh death
Now there's no air left, and fifty-percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearin' the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burnin' as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chat, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world, you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness

[Scratches]
"1-9-7-9"
"Let's take it back to '79!"
"1-9-7-9... from winter to winter... I... the sunshine"
"Let's take it back to '79!"

[Verse 2]
Call me the dirty stop out, fetus on the couch
Stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth
Forever drownin' my pain in the pleasant sound
Of whispered words and rainfall on level ground
Gagged and bound with no hope of gettin' out
Save the secrets and lies, I'm tryna settle down
But like the weather now, I'm unpredictable
My hate's bitter, but my love's unconditional
Livin' in this digital age, these are strange days
My rage tamed, but freed on the same page
I make waves, 'til I wash away the refuse
God of the sea, these are the eight moons of Neptune
I make moves to refuge, but don't sleep
And walk the streets with a rose in my teeth
And a bittersweet song in my heart, I take heavy steps
The hard-headed Jehst climbs his own Everest
So 'til the very end, I won't ever rest
I'll serenade my angel with every breath
God sends in remembrance of lost friends
Whenever my top ten drops, I'll know what went on then
Provokes me to focus ahead
Close my eyes, and get close to the dead
I'm the ghost that's meant to be released from limbo
Between two worlds like the thief at the window

[Scratches]
"1-9-7-9"
"Let's take it back to '79!"