There is something following me
Not over my head, underneath my feet
It smells of lead, has gunpowder breath, it
Sees life ahead of six strings and twenty-two frets
A mistress to the fearless
A whisper to the earless
Will tuck you into bed at night
Lady Luck on your side, and it might not bite
The Allseeing Monk has got your every step
Figured out, tatooed on the back of his neck
Yeah, we might just hear your prayer
Take you Mars, take you first
Through every layer
Of the atmosphere and the atmosthere
'Cause we ain't here to joke
Was I clear?
I'd take an oath
But, my word is as good as this song
If I may boast
And, did you finally accept?
The beast of guilt will stalk your steps
And it will walk you home, into your dreams in fact
Implode, impose, expose, explode a brat
Now cower inside your fancy boots
Recluse-to-be in a fit suit
Any favorite mug shot flavor?
Loose
(The All Seeing Monk has got your back)
(Don't you worry)
In short, the information overload has made it
Increasingly hard for us to distinguish this here message
What we made out of it is as follows
Literacy was never meant to be
Pre-requisite to pornography
Or as these scholars insist to tell me
Enough to quench your curiosity
Literacy was never meant to be
Pre-requisite to pornography
Or as these scholars insist to tell me
Enough to quell your animosity
