Growing off of his shoulder (ETHELL was a tree growing off of his shoulder) (hey, hey hey!) Billy had two big Caves for eyes, With a cliff for a jaw
untouched and barred, They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man'
easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in
darkness Waiting for the light The smell of pure adrenaline Burning in the night Random blinding flashes Aiming at the stage Intro tape begins to roll Igniting