Letras:
Sense Field Wondering Time

one who understands The weight of this moment, the weight of this day You're the only one who understands Here in wondering time, in wondering time, I'm wondering

and mind Saveth me for I know not how to break free from these chains of scorn Oh I wonder how can I turn the sense of doubt in the minds of them all

think About your consequence, your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense

the field 'till old man Smith would call the cops And he'd come running out with a shotgun 'Cause we was running down his crops And I reckon he still wonders

Connections of Macros-manic animals Caves of sleek stature, once sabbatical Once bring drama I'm bright on harrowing lava Within the Plexus from my anatomical It gets darker A sense

dimension and I scratch my head I waste time thinking about scratching my head And I wonder Do we really hold all power here inside I jump for joy at the thought I jump off cliffs and into Fields

dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder

that's true I'm talkin to you Wondering if I'm dissin you and everything you're attached to I'm talkin to you Runnin your mouth, wonderin "yo, who Mos

the fields So old man Smith would call the cops He'd come runnin' out with his shotgun 'Cause we were runnin' down his crops And I reckon he's still wonderin