He don't see now you don't see the heaps of elevation in me No one gave me time or rhythm I don't give you mine Intricacies, intricacies Sees as deep into anything Help me son cuz you will give me mine in further intimacy In a steady set up scene The lights are closing in on thee Who is this that stands right up to time and closes in Endless hearsay, listen hearsay, Apples gleam in riches' filthy Heaven give me signs for I'm inclined eternally You don't hear now she don't hear the sound of music in your ears Arrows point at those that dictate black to you and me
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