Lyrics Gotham City Chase Scene - Solillaquists of Sound

Typical for a chase scene, nobody wait, move outta my way
Place blame upon the same who never wanted me to be confrontational
Bait'll be the face of a planet granted we fall for the rodeo okeedoke
(Only folk to be choked by the tightrope... not me!)
I'm wanted for believing in KING
My wife could be arrested for a similar thing
But she gave birth to peace before she married me for better so
Now the town is chasing her about with scarlet letters
Odd-balling it with fit genes, whipped for ice cream;
Forfeit the portrait of roots for icing
Tightening a screw loose...
Suits of blue noose ties play dead until the noose in youth rise
My eyes wept for a leader then and still do
Running for the position of KING will kill you, so I press on
Interfacing with less on the point of making points with a point to press on
The mood of stress gone, test of threat gone...
My neighborhood submits to unpredictable headlines
"Don't believe the hype!"
I know you wanna be all normal and formal
The world is flat... I just tried to warn you man
Take heed to the sea of zombies that chase seekers of nonbelievers
Of a world they say is peace but in fact is off track...
(A train wreck set to a tune that wears black.)
And still I run from a mob of chalk walk
Soon to be a victim to a dream that won't talk
"Put in a race against time."
By blind who judge impossibles to see
To fell synesthetics to its knees
I birth blues in a crimson tide
Neath buildings that scrape the sky
Gather palette to restore the warmth
From downpour of insipid eyes
Whet appetite, whisper them vivid wishes every night
So in that waking dawn of day
The motive's hint remains
There's no need to escape