I've always felt apart
I've got a sarcastic laugh in my mouth
I've got more than one trick in my big bag
I've got thoughts that roam every day
I've got blood under my skin that evaporates
Softly I scream to the sound of rhymes and I'll defy time
Softly I'll climb to the peaks and I'll manipulate the wind
Because everything's real after the grey hours
Because everything's real after the grey hour, after the grey hours