In the Background
Listen closer now you can hear
The sneaker squeaks
In the background
Rattlesnakes shaking
On the freeway
Hard these days
Having to explain
Something that's unfathomable
Can't wrap around the brain
Blessed be to all the
Future days coming
Mass awaken
Hear the sounds of the trumpet
I love to run full speed ahead
Straight down the center
Bullseye target
I've got a ready match
Fire flame lit burning
Hot water to hit the coals
Thanks to the surgeons
Peace be to all of us
All the angels circling
Around flying above
Thanks for looking out for me
Mastery be the catalyst
They try to sink it
But can't find the battleships
Protected in a way
Safety's aloud
The butterfly flying free
From the cocoon now
In the darkness
Is where we find the light
Fear not
For most fear created
Is a waste of time
If debated too long
Miss the point entirely
Freeways moving so fast
Past the mic
There's some good times
Coming I can see into
The Futuristic life
Robots and computers
The dial up program
Is not the same
Hasn't been that long
But a whole lot has changed
And what a trippy game it is
If we're playing
Flipping the script
My voice paint on the canvas
A fantastical voyage
To the other side
New dimensions
Of a human being
State of mind
Consciousness is either
Wishful thinking
Or an epiphany
That we all are even
We are stepping through
A spiraling milky way
Where expression
Is a gateway
The sneaker squeaks
In the background
Rattlesnakes shaking
On the freeway
Hard these days
Having to explain
Something that's unfathomable
Can't wrap around the brain
Blessed be to all the
Future days coming
Mass awaken
Hear the sounds of the trumpet
I love to run full speed ahead
Straight down the center
Bullseye target
I've got a ready match
Fire flame lit burning
Hot water to hit the coals
Thanks to the surgeons
Peace be to all of us
All the angels circling
Around flying above
Thanks for looking out for me
Mastery be the catalyst
They try to sink it
But can't find the battleships
Protected in a way
Safety's aloud
The butterfly flying free
From the cocoon now
In the darkness
Is where we find the light
Fear not
For most fear created
Is a waste of time
If debated too long
Miss the point entirely
Freeways moving so fast
Past the mic
There's some good times
Coming I can see into
The Futuristic life
Robots and computers
The dial up program
Is not the same
Hasn't been that long
But a whole lot has changed
And what a trippy game it is
If we're playing
Flipping the script
My voice paint on the canvas
A fantastical voyage
To the other side
New dimensions
Of a human being
State of mind
Consciousness is either
Wishful thinking
Or an epiphany
That we all are even
We are stepping through
A spiraling milky way
Where expression
Is a gateway
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Treadway
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