Tekst
I was compressed into a pixel
Reifications right up the road, my dear
It's hot as hell, licking my elbow
But you know I sing like a bird, my love, the cage
Oh, what, oh, what the hell can I say?
Syn-syn-syncopate the way it turned out
Syn-syn-syncopate the way, it, the—
I syncopate the way it turned out
Resolute with God on my side, I synthesized
No, no, I can tell the impasse is real
There's no need to find the key
No, no, I can tell the impasse is real
There's no hand in this world that can cure
The peace of mind to render slowly
Was dulling my sense of time and urgency
To reify was still my goal
But I don't rush the long haul, babe, babe, babe
Oh, no, I can tell
No hand in this world, no hand in this world
Oh, no, I can tell
No hand in this world, no hand in this world
Oh, no, I can tell the impasse is real
There's no need to find the key
No, no, I can tell the impasse is real
There's no hand in this world that can cure me
