i m just an alchemist i turn pens and papers into verses turn three verses into a song that makes you nervous turn ten songs into an album with a purpose and i ll plant that seed in a place deep beneath the surface water that seed till the trees grow tall as birches the tree bears fruit the sun gives heat like a furnace the fruit provides nourishment for every single person but the fruit becomes worthless surrounding climate worsens so i go back to the lab create a different version but something seems odd those pens and papers just ain t working now the situation s changed and everything seems uncertain i ll stop planting those seeds because it s time to close the curtains i ll move all over you can say i get around i walk along the highways turn up in every town my hands reach out and steal life without a sound make a speech on every soapbox when i just want to get down this is my jordan year so pour the beer imported wine accordingly i am acting finely tuned and fully lunar mode eclipse the sun and send the coded letter open read it hoping you can be the one to make me feel a little bit better it s that the sun settin stars coming climbing hills and running head down got to make it to the lake by sundown so we can wash away this awful clay that molds us holds us in its sway as soldiers bar the way i turn around and walk away an example of a low pressure bad apple callable haven t you noticed our main focus how the topics get tackled get in a downhill spiral once our cages get rattled don t you realize that real life is an uphill battle catch paul he s falling like leaves in autumn you aught to see him now he s calling from the odysseys bottom these colosseum columns got him in a bad situation if it s the last temptation or the fact that i m facing impact i m embracing myself for the crash we re awaiting meanwhile back at the station people are pacing in confession perversions raising the question why were we raised in deception fuck all this stressing you got me blazing a session crazed in aggressiveness for days in this maze of obsession just a blessing in disguise just depression i m guessing just a lesson for the trouble burnt bubble and blistered ness mr twisted to rock shit pissed double fist  just a thinkin man swimming in the sinking sands of lost style my heart so cold my soul is exposed to frostbite but i don t suppose you know there s folks who got strife never look back because you might turn to salt like lot s wife caught in a lotta hot spots gotta drink cold beer lots take a load off hard rocks at the core so soft know not where to go so from here we wander off and on on our own wonder how long before we see home governor bolts from the seashore to the tree tops my fleet rocks to the beat stops with each step get my feet wet and my speech flex when the beat drops and my mind works to the sun tight and my face shifts to the sunlight and my eyes burn to the sandquakes and the sky turns into landscape 