Living my life in the eye of the storm
Torn. And still prying at norms
While the pious are born by truckload
Waiting to be harvested like the rye and the corn

Admire the form, yeah there's beauty in order
But more to life than this, like water
To rainclouds, it's all the same foundation
But variations in the manifestations

And on occasion mistaken indentities
Like who's a friend? Who's the enemy?
We tend to be preoccupied
With the superficial, the crocodiles smile

Talking loud while in fact saying little
Fiddle with the brittle like the riddle at the middle
Of the storm. Hang on,
Don't fight the night but embrace the dawn

Face the eye of the storm like it's time to go on
And find where the warm sunshine meets the lawn
Like a sweet melody of a line in a song
And believing what I say is right if it's wrong

But hold on yo, that aint really F
With insane Philly breath and untamed illy rep
Craze-silly fresh like a Leeds stage show
Beat fake foes like cream-cake dough

Seen takes low, and that's why I raise em
And add some raisins for the mix in the making
♥♥♥♥'s gon' be baking, unlike Alaska
But like yo, pass the blunt to the master

Run from the disaster before it strikes
You're more than like to do something boring like
Pressing stop right now just before the tight
Last line blasts minds like you thought it might

Don't fight the night but embrace the dawn
Don't fight the night but embrace the dawn...