It's lost a time to lye 
Into his world you climb 
A crossing has its high 
It's orientation time 
Delights to dance or die 

Some others pain to try 
Smoke tricks the slave men die 
It's orientation time 

Distance lays shifted eyes 
Crossed mountain off the sly 
From lips once bitten time 
So lost the time to try 

All of my life boxed time 
Raw voice in reason chimes 
Disorientations 

Bleeding eyes don't see it 
It's luring it, don't warn it 

Feelings feel like blood 
Underneath the homicide 
Underneath the blood 
From the ugly underside of...