More Cycles
Canteen, can of beans, no compass
Add another bug to the goggles
Vigilante city watch
Dipping through the gigawatts
Known for shaking sticks and playing chicken
With the will of God it's not a drill
It's a village aping a
Grid beyond the silicon
Same religion as Ram, Flynn, or Tron
Electric bomber jacket
Jockey for the hottest lap
I fight a different system every
Time my throttle brap in yonder shadows
Every corner is a hostile act
Solid black helmet
Track a bullet down the trolly tracks
When every tree up in your
Eden reek of dog piss
You don't need a reason
To Knievel any drawbridge
All in all, I'm all things lawless
Call the po', midnight marauder
No off switch
Only ever slow his roll to free a dove
Or autograph his own wanted poster
Peace and love
I ain't think to leave a letter
Please don't cling to the vector
I don't blink first ever
I don't blink first ever
In sync with the specter
It's really not a thing you can measure
I don't blink first ever
I don't blink first ever
Dawn treader, green fog, Lincoln Log wrecker
Gloves all King Kong leather
Underdogs on machines blinking error
I seen hell and back
Still pink in the center
Plinko off a punk and jump
A cycle out the ecosphere
He don't wear a cape, but if he did
No one would think it's weird
Pinky swear that should I go
Exploding into springs and gears
You loot the rings and gear and ghost
The scene without a single tear
I could hold a wheelie for a decade
Circle any borough like a
Bird around a headache mercury in retrograde
Mercenary working through the Jenga-scape
Body and the spirit going separate ways
Send a message back from the other
Side of the end of days
All it say is, "Catch me if you can, PS
The weather's great"
What the fuck is resting on the seventh day?
I'm seven days of levee-breaking rain
Stay the hell away
I ain't think to leave a letter
Please don't cling to the vector
I don't blink first ever
I don't blink first ever
In sync with the specter
It's really not a thing you can measure
I don't blink first ever
I don't blink first ever
I don't turn down, scurry, or burn out
I burn at both
Learn 'em how a burnout burn out
The smell of burnt rubber turn a
Herb to a church mouse with no words
Only wracked nerves and a furrowed brow
His engine purring early
I'm a one man world power
Whirlwind, exterminating one world per hour
Conspiracy of ravens under my authority
In chorus with regards from the
King of the fucking Corvidae, ayy
Clear and present, paranormal weapon
I'm a land speed record every second
Check the method
Check the sled as an extension of the senses
Intercepting information while it S
Around the Lemons
In a letter sent from Mr "I
Will not be home for dinner" it was written
"I will not be home for winter"
A second letter showed up
Let's imagine we could open it together
"I will not be home forever
This is NYC untethered, " yeah