[Verse 1: Taelor Gray]
This type type of soundscape make it so effortless
Sitting on pegasus
Listen to my heart and wrote this verse at the precipice
Leaning on excellence instead of dead presidents
These blood stained messages, Pierce with no prejudice
George Jefferson, elevators I be riding with [?]
Headed to the sky till I capture it
You want me speak on on what this means to me
I just want to know the Son's just another means for me
It's cruel world with modern-day Planeteers
I'm trapping solar flares inside of some chandeliers
Then waving them through a stadium pitch black at its radius
They like Night is Day to us, what are you tryna say to us?
This grace feeling, it's poetry
So dream on with a great feeling to oversleep
This sacred writing's written on my conscience
But the heart wants what it wants
And you can see the conflict
Then it's spilling in the content
Shot in the head leave you spinning in the cockpit
Maybe I'm just making up my audience
Or maybe I'm just waking up in Narnia
So imma let this pen keep bleeding till it's finished
Bet you imma leave without a blemish

[Hook: Kai]
Said on we go
On we go
Said on we go
On we go

[Verse 2: Kai]
Chimera meets Kai's error
And my implied error is wanting to fight fairer
I speak of the nightmare of a phone call
To hear your daughter's night snared by a [?], it's hope lost
For the victims of the one who turned him into such
Is the Gospel really the sole redemptive impetus?
You see, I've seen the impossible through the lens of such
Thus the credence is [?], and I'm in need
While I'm fending off these demons existence
I believe him now, the preacher that said Jesus is sinless
He had to bleed it out, I'm seeing how our peace is expensive
I speak of how to seek Him out, His reach is redemptive
[?] intentions, to feast is [?]
I'm pleading for different, but I'm in need of forgiveness
And so at times, the sea and this tempest can seem
As deep as the distance between relief from the the venom And being deceased in the prison of me
That's where these bars fit
I'm taking aim at freedom, can you see I'm exhausted?
To target my [?] is arduous, I'm [?] respond to it
From artist to arsonist, to harbor a psalm through it
It's all for altruist
And now, I'm speaking the language of anguish
Painted on faces, faded from years of persuasion and fears Placement through payment of tears wasted
I pray this sincere statement of faith to make [?]
Of the shape that appears whenever we gaze in the mirror
Cause that's how you will know that a savior is here
Yeah, that's how you will know that a savior is here
The fragrance of praises raised conveys it as clear
That's how you know

[Hook]