Brothers sound asleep,
Blindfolded & battered for far too long.

Let's release the floodgates,
wide open & eager
Our days gonna come.

Gonna relieve the pressure:
Twisting the facet from a drip to a flood.

Deleted classes,
Unbridled masses,
Turn kintetic,
Yeah.


Yeah, we sculpt the seconds-
and define the clock.
Speaking dreamer's dialect
and talkin' the talk.
(What'd he say again?)

The battle vs. indifference and lethargy
A congregation, an electric clergy.
White lines dot horizons
Riding the black serpent's dorsal fin...

Kumite family.