[Dominate]

Goatmilk’s Verse:


As pristine as it all may look, I could let go of this wheel and crash.
But is it safe to say that's my will of fate
Driving in a straight line with no way to look
Any infractions might leave me stranded
On an Exit I should of never took
Retracting my mileages so I won't get booked
Billboards mistaken for ways to get a foot
Beware because they'll leave you hooked
My GPS on a narrow road because
The soul knows this life is crooked
As many ridges in a mountain
There are laws in their books
Had to turn the traction off to
Break through my limits
Speed drifting to my own dimension
Bending at my own angles to
Make things acute
Following signs that are scientific for my route
Exhausting all options to get out of the loop
Set the cruise control into motion
Therefore I can quantimize the kilometers to my
Spiritual Proof
Now that I have put myself in between the distance
I'm surely gauging what's to come in my beginning
No matter the burning fossil fuels I took to get here
I refuse to pollute my think tank for a common commodity for my price of fear
Taxing my soul particles to clean your river of despair.
I'm not the engineer but the ingenuity who engined here.
Check all the schematics and you'll find that a God was driven here
Digital consoles leads to an electromagnetic tier
Esoteric Blue prints are left for those who seek to steer
While the rest are caught captivating the rest of the light years in our rears