Texty: Strung Out. Blackhawks Over Los Angeles. Orchid.

I am the future
I am metaphor for war
I take my medicine as I'm praying on the floor
We see the future whats going behind our time
I'm synthesis in motion I am freedom and decline

Raise me to shine I cannot define my cracks
Wash me aside when my levees finally break
In opposition we are never free
When our thoughts become our slavery

The poet and the liar
The future or the way we were
Stand down rise up, we all know
The secret to the life we chose
So we are

I am not escaping from who I am
I am less than dead, reborn again
We all won't get turned away
All is forgiven when we pray

The poet and the liar
The future or the way we were
Stand down rise up, we all know
The secret to the life you chose
Stand down rise up, we all know
Stand down rise up, we all know