[Mr. J]

Waiting for the truth I'm a lobbyist waiting to copy it
body it send it to where the godly live, acknowledgement
this is high treason, blind reason for the time I'm sleepin'
fly by weakened, low altitude serves the high I'm reachin'
only tragedy can battle these emotions, supply it actively
can it be...a deaf man's game, can't communicate in fantasy...
or what I percieve mentally, a enemy to my perceived tendencies
let the lesson be, let it lessen me to the point I pretend to be
adjectivally...protecting me by what proceeds me presently
allergens blessing me to the point I swallow the medicine..
please...I'm back again, parellel to where the traffic ends
armed with a magic pen, cloak & dagger the chameleon
reel me in, seal me with what projects this concealment
dealing with...X ray, til' the next game see's my best day
lady luck, lazy fuck..checkmate, Australian coffee...check mate
that's the journey..seperate ways, too much concept, let's play
voodoo hex through useful text sent from the desk...wait...
I'm just getting started...this is the highest achievement
for the blind to lead with whenever they try to reach it
silent treatment in the mind, i guess the mimes believe it
wise enough to supply a t-script...advance with diplomas
seriously hand it over, still here...bring the magnet closer
do it for science, wait until class is over