Pitchforks & Halos

Winding road, carnival glow behind us

Pitchforks and halos light the way home, sometimes you gotta pop in and remind em'

Dead zone daps at the merch table, vinyl signing

Comatose, reclaiming my time and thank you for rewinding

In advance, Caliban on Caribbean island

Barefoot in the water, eyein' that horizon

In a B-boy stance, their time is over, everything is timing

Their time is over and they know it, that's why they wilding

Right up to the last second, idiots really thought I was just rhyming

I take a book for the trip, short or long

The stirring words of dead revolutionaries who were wrong

The blurring world of all them centuries, I wonder where the time gone

I wonder where the time gone

The hood of the time machine was still warm

People make time for the things they really want