Heights

No stress for the championship
I burn both ends of the candle’s wick
Losing track of time
Crack my spine, for the acid trip
Then I tamper with this manuscript
While you turning up
I’m underneath the dirt with the worms and slugs
Churning my brain while I work
On something to make the surface rumble
Until the Earth erupts
Making heads nod to the racket
I didn’t lose any crops in the famine
Dodging the traps, but got last in my passion
Now I’m wandering back onto the path, law of attraction
You lost all of your traction
Now it’s a slippery slope
We slitting your throat
'Till you bleed like us
Let the blind lead blind
I reach high for the things I love
Reach high, reach high, reach high
Reach high, reach high, reach high
Reach high, reach high, reach high
Reach high, reach high, reach high
I don’t give a fuck if you dance
(Reach high, re-re-reach high)
I don’t give a fuck if you dance