We go fast like boy racers, pullin' out on the stunt lines
Stand like soldiers, fighting out on the front lines
High like a city boy on Friday, munch lines
Dare me not to drop both knowledge and punchlines
So to the four seasons of which I speak
A winter of discontent reaches a peak
We fall, till we heat up like a summer
This creek rise up quick as an Arab spring in the Middle East
Yeah, I'm the London lyricist
Feel me when I'm in the midst
See them when they runnin' and they seekin' out for somethin'
But nothing is comin'
It's cunnin', now stunnin'
They be runnin' this materialist
In all seriousness, tryna dumb it, dim it till we stuck and can't finish
No substance, gimmicks, and they call that lyrics?
Nah, they use bars to brag about it
Have you got the skill though?
I highly doubt it

[John Feldmann]
I will never live again
What I leave behind I fend
When life flows like prose from the poet's pen
I will want to live again
I'll live again

"Ace is high" said the king to the jokers
Who were longing to feel both burdened and hopeless
Our mere existence is God's magnum opus
We're all here for a reason, everybody has a purpose
Walking backwards, time is subtracting
Do I have a soul or are my chemicals reacting?
Place our faith in hope
But what does hope bring?
Young lovers proposing with silver smoke rings?
Nah, this is more than just a rush of endorphins
Love exists even through the distortion
I put my lips to the best steel kiss I've ever known
And get thrown
I can fold my thoughts up in to a paper plane
Fly them right through your ear and in to your brain
That's the man with the own two hands I've built
When rivers of ink get spilt, all because

[John Feldmann]
I will never live again (Itch: yeah, I will never live again)
What I leave behind I fend (Itch: I fend with all that I am)
When life flows like prose from the poet's pen (Itch: from the poet's pen)
I will want to live again
I'll live again

I saw my life flash before my eyes
And what I saw was a disappointment
It was really quite a bore
I mean, badly written, poorly acted, up for no awards
There will be no sequel, there will be no encore
I never pretended to be anything else
I leave my heart on the line even in spite of myself
I never questioned it, even for a minute
I thought as my audience, you deserved to be in it, yeah
You deserved my warts in all honesty
And that's how we built up our chemistry
I would never lie to you
I hope you respect that
You always stuck by me so I guess that reflects that
But before I die, or at least go bust
The grand finale, now do I have your trust?
The reason I do this and kick up a fuss
Is just to love, to love and be loved

[John Feldmann]
I will never live again (Itch: yeah, I will never live again)
What I leave behind I fend (Itch: yeah and I would defend to the end)
When life flows like prose from the poet’s pen (Itch: from the poet's pen)
I will want to live again (Itch: yeah)
I'll live again

When life flows like prose from the poet's pen
We compose in our droves, here it goes again
Cause we chose the rose that won't grow again
When life flows like prose from the poet's pen
Yeah, it's poetry, cause life is poetry
You can catch me with a line but no they ain't towin' me
And what I leave behind is how you're knowin' me
Yeah, it's poetry, cause life is poetry