Lyrics Marvel - Solillaquists of Sound

Fly. Coloring a book named I
Black to many sheep where the cheap tax high
Pillow-case number one of every waking life
Playing dice with a simple trait and a favorite line...
Become for the will to be a super- nah...
Who pays me to be on point? Me!
Got about eleven-hundred other runner ups
In a rush to save a life for the wrong means
Wonder what it all means
Summer love falling for the winter bug...
Couldn't survive without the heat to rise
I got tough skin to defeat the lies
Passion... just ask them
Strong enough to kick your ass in
Backed by action, (figured as much)
To touch core individuals free from crutch, plus
I don't wanna save the world from evil
I wanna save the world from themselves...
To recognize we are the obstacles
Hard to believe you would need x-ray opticals
To be a light to the Nightshade
Likely I'm hire, heroes retired
Listen to me now, I know they're dangerous
City blood's boiling, rises Anita Fite
Restless decept I despise in finite crisis
Character of Empress inspired
Exposed into open of Olympic size
Foe's a parent, vantage: disguised
Load of vocal weaponry's, a force undenied
Fast and accurate in fashioning paths of my time
I use parent tools handed down
We the people unmasked
Fighting for the mass
Whether you believe in
Seeking another mother to nurture your fathered time
We will try to be your everything
But not everything about us is a win win
Enough to be flying despite
A prohibit bit of forbidden sky
Take a little credit for your faults...
Halt that personal closure towards your vault
Better the bitter proportionate pro
Hoarding cheddar for the fortunate goal
Found a bit of material
Literal definition for the record that the pitiful action is boxed in
Plus circuit of worth is boxed in
Stuck wording the mouth
Blurting the ouch, the truth hurts
Ain't no better example than our faults