[Verse 1: Looms]
Catch him kissing sheets candidly
Cling to sleep frantic as the missing piece
Majesty shimmers in her sanity
Grab the spindle, weave tapestries
Delineating dreams that breach canopies
The sinner bleeds blasphemy and weeps in his hands
That drips rivers to the script that he speaks to the lands
Still he been evasive, in a mist of fickle faces
Progression in the pain like he mirrors Irenaeus
Still a kid, maybe the frame depicts a doubt or two
Or how about the down-and-out demeanor during howdy-doo's
Suck sour fruit, smoke, rise altitude
Sitting on a star, watch mountains move
Crash landed at the crib, wrapped in habits, what a bliss
A pariah with a passion cack-handed in the sticks
Babbling the practice of a man that's in the myth
Yeah, it's Looms, now it's Altas as he dabbles in his...

[Verse 2: Atlas]
The sky is looming over me, rain clouds, thunder strikes
Wondering if something more inviting's hiding under my
Often misconstrued and often mispronounced mental state
Of questioning the effort in residing in a rental place
And hiding my potential, turn deciding into bomb defusal
Loving to long division happiness to quantum fission
Trafficking my honest vision past whatever non-descriptive, Ineffective, novice-printed paper that I gotta do soon
And obviously I have got a lot of things that I should probably talk about with someone more professional
Possibly the therapist I'm perilously offering
My each and every thought along with every candid decibel
I've penned or typed, maybe tried to find a way around
A hundred thousand sentences and whispered when I laid them down
Later, in the process, it would seem that the volume was increasing exponentially
The same way that my faults do