move over make motions for more seems the same chapter approaches the shore history on repeat like a skipping record score to my life movies pickled and cored struck my nerves but in tune with a chord tri tones raise my hair soon too forward against the grain of my neck craned and torn I complain about storms till the drains foreign uh oh let it flow, catch my drift or just let me go I got no translation for me in my zone I happen to perform well on my own It's not as simple as a poetic form my desire to be kinetic since I was born sympathetic to the challengers to match my norm, if you sat in your dorm meant to be just a so long As I'm being chased by horns driven to the ground, combustion from the pressures muscled out the members, consolidated with embers tinker with the ventures, till my circle encircles the center inertia usurping certain pretenders