It's lost a time to lye

Into his world you climb

A crossing has its high

It's orientation time

Delights to dance or die

Some others pain to try

Smoke tricks the slave men die

It's orientation time

Distance lays shifted eyes

Crossed mountain off the sly

From lips once bitten time

It's orientation time

So lost the time to try

All of my life boxed time

Raw voice in reason chimes

Disorientations

Bleeding eyes don't see it

It's luring it, don't warn it

Feelings feel like blood

Underneath the homicide

Underneath the blood

From the ugly underside of...