[Verse 1]
A far cry from in tune, heart lies in a tomb
And inside it it grows cold as the far side of the moon
Pharcyde for the tunes reviving the archives
For the time when this star dies and the dark skies are consumed
With a fire, a light bright as the core of the sun
With a force in the boom like nuclear war when it's comes
Soon as the story is done and the course that we're moving forward is run
They'll tell it like those it missed were the fortunate ones
For ducking the war but the war was more about love than it was the hate
And peace than it was the fight and that's something hey can't relate
So they take the broken pieces of the fate that we providing them
Arrange it how it fits the lesson they've been tryna file in
Miles in, tryna get in while the bottle spins
Sail to find an end with no direction from an idle wind
Write a bible full of sin and they'll be saints
Cause you can change the rules they break
But same criminals remain criminals
When rebels are just rebels for the sake of it
No greater cause behind them breaking laws or statement made with it
Maybe it's the same essential sentiment
As men who play the game while never bending or breaking a rule to benefit

But not because they feel there's just intent it
But cause they trade a moral code replaced with
A set of laws representing it
Let em alter my membership for calling attention
To all offenses from the bench up to the starting defense
When I been the only one applying unbiased
An open mind when deciding
But know the signs of the virus arrive in silence
And reside outside the size of their iris's comprehension
In the dark - but when it's time they'll start a fire on the fence
To provide the pressure they need to decide - to pick a side of it
Ride til whip they're driving in dies or they die while driving it
Or finally arrive at the goal, only time they stop
If momentum isnt climbing its falling there ain't no spot for
In Between - live in a box, live in a dream, living to rot
But when they're given the key to freedom
They're still fixed on picking the lock
Tick of the clock feeling like a bomb ticking
Sit and watch, listen til it stops where the times written
When the plot thickens, lines thinning between beginning and end
Where pretending turns to believing, convincing themself instead
When they spin a web and get caught it it
Lost in a debt collected by karma
Protect their heart and their head with defective armor
When they're fenced in, war to find redemption
Moral's not as simple when they're sorted by intention
Story lines commence and every chapter in it starts to make sense more
I know I'd rather be for my cause than against yours