I am a pioneer with the ways I think

I’m cradling my giant sphere

Though the angels speak inside my ears

This place I’ve grown to love

Where love is all in vain

Where I see the palace in the gutter

And feed my hunger pangs

My lungs burst satiated with the emptiness

My love turns to one verse

Though my brain’s not yet convinced

classic recipe to cook up some excellence

The sessions get sparse when the good luck has exited

But I awoke to a pretty fresh day

Although I had a splitting headache

And I’m feeling stretched way too thin

Reduced to puttin my dues in

It’s what we do 'til our music gets played

Speaking with the force to supplement your well being [bad word] people to support, I don’t have to sell things

I write it, read it, and record it, the feeling is euphoric

Figure out what my message is [bad word] tell me

 

(Don't look down)

(Don't look down)

(Don't look down)

(Don't look down)

 

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds

I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

 

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds

I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

 

Pipe dreams, reverend does not stand in your place

Sights gleam from a weapon shot a man in the face

Life seems long as seconds drop to the sand and pray

Lightning from the heavens crawls as I stand in his grace

From the blood of the wishful and darkness I will shine

Cut from the thistle marked by design

There’s no love within you when your partisans divine

That’s why my mother [bad word] pencil is sharper than your mind

They say god is us in likenesses we created him

I’m modest of the right I did and silence when I pray to him

I’m conscious of your righteousness Your Highness has forsaken him

For god is love, the life you live and what you choose to make of it

They powdered the issues of power they misuse

Fistfuls of tissues, palms of blood

In the hours I give you flowers will shrivel

Underneath the whistles of the missiles that they launch at us

 

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds

I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

 

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds

I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

 

I’m a matador sort blanket up the bull

I’m a waiter in such making sure that your glass is half full

Anything less is uncivil for the simple who bare his soul

Riddled by a ripple of rhythm cycles

And I know what it's like to suck at life
 [bad word] I’m alive though, so I must be doing something right

And if I took it any further

I'd take two trips out the beaker

Before I reach the Bunsen burner

In term the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree

In terms of this battle doesn’t fall too far from you and me

And it's as real as a heartbeat

And still I put my face out in the crowd in case god forgot me

And honestly I can pay homage in a minute y’all

It was probably that I’m lost in the start of what will finish all

And yeah these are tryin' times so we just do this

I keep my head up so you’ll always see my face through this music

 

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds

I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd

 

I put my head up even if I’m facing the clouds

I put my head up so you can see my face in the crowd