| Awaking
|
| Still dreaming away
|
| So what’s on the cards?
|
| Gypsies reading my palms
|
| Christians deep in the psalms
|
| Oh, Lord
|
| Shit’s so hard
|
| Your mans used to work with his hands
|
| Now he’s picking up arms
|
| Get you more than a slap on the wrist
|
| That’s the risk
|
| You ain’t the star type, that’s an asterisk
|
| I’m more like Hunter S on an acid trip
|
| I’ve got your number, yes
|
| I’m sinking your battleship
|
| Get to paddling
|
| You spit a dart, I spit a javelin
|
| It’s the Holy Spirit that I’m channelling
|
| You’re challenging the chaplain
|
| I’m always changing and adapting
|
| Now I’m at the table with the captain
|
| Salt beef beigel in the napkin
|
| Make a chap sing like Nat King
|
| When she does that thing
|
| Lauryn Hill
|
| With her face on a dollar bill
|
| Body built out of solid steel
|
| I take my place where the scholars chill
|
| Until then a classic case of
|
| 'If I don’t do it
|
| Nobody will'
|
| Not stopping still
|
| Just reached John o' Groats
|
| Ain’t had a proper meal since Forest Hill
|
| The hunger’s real, this is not a game
|
| Still I find I’m
|
| Running through a maze like the Mockingjay
|
| And I’m amazed to hear you mocking J
|
| They’re hanging off my every word
|
| Don’t give a fuck what you’ve got to say
|
| With all these odds stacked up against you
|
| What game you tryna play?
|
| We’re lost in space, don’t watch no face
|
| That won’t give me the time of day
|
| Watch this space, he’s a basket case
|
| The survey says, 'I'm insane'
|
| Awaking
|
| Still dreaming away
|
| What’s on the cards?
|
| A challenge, look beyond the mirage
|
| The fine balance of song and dance
|
| Perform well, adapt to the storm well
|
| Because now everyday is like a passage from Orwell
|
| Staring as the signal fades
|
| Everyday is like the Crystal Maze
|
| Chasing shiny paper for prizes
|
| With a blissful face
|
| But it’s all for fun
|
| Yo, it’s one for all
|
| But it’s very rarely all for one
|
| You want that proper shit
|
| That
|
| Live from the land of false promises
|
| The
|
| The truth is on some 'hard to swallow' shit
|
| Free as a swallow lives
|
| The idea is yours till they borrow it
|
| We dwell in the realm of the art
|
| Where tomorrow lives
|
| Thought becomes Flesh
|
| Words manifest from the same essence
|
| That gave the first man his test
|
| With all these odds stacked up against you
|
| What game you tryna play?
|
| We’re lost in space, don’t watch no face
|
| That won’t give me the time of day
|
| Watch this space, he’s a basket case
|
| The survey says, 'I'm insane'
|
| Awaking still dreaming away
|
| Awaking still dreaming away
|
| Awaking still dreaming away |