I don't know about you,
but I feel like I'm floating through the night:
To the church,
To heaven, through a flight.
To the new height.
She looks at me in the eyes,
Deep with the mourn,
I hold her tight.
Between her thighs, I feel like Moses
With the stick, the waters divide.
She's wet.
To this new height.
Through the late night,
I'm rolling deep,
In the dessert,
With the cactus,
Stroke me some.
Pour me the juice
Let my third eye preach.
Open the scriptures
Of the nights.
This is the new height.
In the night,
In the night.
I feel like I'm floating through traffic.
The rage turned up.
The lights;
Blue neon, sights.
In the night,
In the night.
I'm drunk, I can't feel my face.
Screams, screams;
I feel the rage, don't hate.
The night.
This new height.
