[Starts off in 8 bit] Spoken in hindsight, you're my Calypso, under the street light, Caught up in limbo, I can't understand why, and I can't relate, although I try, only to receive the answer too late.. are you the hare to my Burke, or the Bonnie to my Clyde, only way this will work, is if we leave nothing to hide.. [violin quartet starts strumming quickly] your answer is always open ended, yeah here is your crown my king pretender, I can't tell if your were raised or descended, you put the S in saint and sinner... [moans, as the violins pick up with some plucking] guillotine eyelash, you could cut me down into a single bat, whip through the air like a thunder crash, am I the mouse my cat?.... [drums pick up with metal break down for a soft break down sequence into 808s, lofi, emo trap, and tapping] yeah i big enough to admit im not a island, surround by con men, surround by violence, feel it when the smoke hits my lung, bells been hit and the bells been rung, even bent over acting unalive, built from the embers born of our strife, coming down like a comet passing by, if I cannot feel then I cannot die, because even God's send little champions to fight wars for, so pick me up honey im ready for more, but I cannot match the vibe, can't look up and can't look at the eye - line, yeah i am faithless call me mindless, blow out the smoke and holy water in this mess [music picks up sensually] ill sunder the earth and hell below, whisper my name its time to get low [metal picks up with undesecermable screams and ahhhs, to a soft ending] Spoken in hindsight, you're my Calypso, under the street light, Caught up in limbo, I can't understand why, and I can't relate, although I try, only to receive the answer too late.. Spoken in hindsight, you're my Calypso, under the street light, Caught up in limbo, I can't understand why, and I can't relate, although I try, only to receive the answer too late.. only to receive the answer too late.. only to receive the answer too late.. only too receive the answer to late.
