Heights - Sapient

No stress for the championship

I burn both ends of the candle’s wick

Losing track of time

Crack my spine, for the acid trip

Then I tamper with this manuscript

While you turning up

I’m underneath the dirt with the worms and slugs

Churning my brain while I work

On something to make the surface rumble

Until the Earth erupts

Making heads nod to the racket

I didn’t lose any crops in the famine

Dodging the traps, but got last in my passion

Now I’m wandering back onto the path, law of attraction

You lost all of your traction

Now it’s a slippery slope

We slitting your throat

'Till you bleed like us

Let the blind lead blind

I reach high for the things I love

Reach high, reach high, reach high

Reach high, reach high, reach high

Reach high, reach high, reach high

Reach high, reach high, reach high

I don’t give a fuck if you dance

(Reach high, re-re-reach high)

I don’t give a fuck if you dance