(v 1)
a part of him was always asking,
"if life is passing, will it pass me?"
let's hope it's everlasting.
let's hope it had brought the stars it had shot
back to show who had ought not claim war he had not fought.
'be true to form', the words that were sworn.
that's why he never should've let up thinking, "stride from the norm."
to syphen ciphers from osiris finds us finally mourned.
in the sky, we're spying, trying to find which things were forewarned.
but the god of death, not known to most, defies the push and shove.
for he's the giver of life, and is also the 'lord of love'.
he's been known to slow and smother other fiends who went astray.
a fumbling of uncovering, it's seen these things at bay.
in steam, we danced away. it seems as though we're in a play.
these things don't ever stay. i swear, tonight, we'll have them saying,
"oh, they don't know, they're just lost in admiration"
"let's try n' deface 'em"
Little do they know, that's time they're waistin'.


(v2)
a part of him was always stuck up in his cardigan.
it's harmin' him to be SEEN that way, alarmin' him.
his shell is hardening, but he don't mind the wait.
she's a subtle candidate for his heart; he's seen their fate.
she needs his face, and embraced the thought of this.
had they never kissed, they'd both be wading in there innocense.
he bit her wrist, to prove the girl did exist.
they lived like this, without any cognitive dissonance.

(bridge)
emit it. admitted it. i'm immanent. i'm not in it, am i infinitive? or gettin rid of it?
definitive. to dip in anything is our commitment. if they wanna know, we'll show em how we've fitted.
it is written, then transmitted, to the stars from our position. we're musicians.
if they wanna hear, they'll all just fuckin listen.


(a part of him always askin. EMIT the love)