You don’t know flow to great heights

unless you slide down the waterfall

you don’t know sound

until you put those headphones on

walk through the forest

when you should be listening for other noises

but the thrill of music putting me in danger

is like woah

the thrill of running into some crazy stranger

is like woah

what am i doing

I could get eaten by a bear

abducted into his mouth with just a fucking stare

but for some fucked up reason I really don’t care…

cuz I got the world in my head

I got the tunes of the dead

Got the grace of a leopard

the mouth of a lion baby

One roar could make trees fall possibly

I don’t need anyone to save me

We all say we know

how to feel the rhythm in our marrow

but there’s something different when you write

when you can see and feel

the future baby

You don’t know a flow to great heights

unless you slide down the waterfall

you don’t know sound

until you put those headphones on

walk through the forest

when you should be listening for other noises

but the thrill of music putting me in danger

is like woah

the thrill of running into some crazy stranger

is like woah

what am i doing

I could get eaten by a bear

abducted into his mouth with just a stare

but for some fucked up reason I really don’t care…

cuz I got the world in my head

I got the tunes of the dead

Got the grace of a leopard

and the mouth of a lion baby

I don’t need anyone to save me

as long as I got music I can see…

the future to be