Rosetta Stoned - St. Vincent lyrics

This a suicide note rhyme so, look alive
Feelin' vibes so tight
No white folks with tight ropes survive
Like sliced sewn eyes, so psychos die
In heights so high
They die hangin' from tight rope rides
Like The Jim Crow laws
They wanna reinforce them all
Cause they all walkin' tall like
V-A-N-S Off The Wall
With a pocketful of bombs, watchin' out
Ready to drop hittin' ground zero like the
Viet Cong in Vietnam and I’m the obstacle
Blockin' my optical from the possible
Non-impossible to the optimal but improbable
Philosophical, anatomical, I’m unstoppable
And I’m on top, unstoppable not, until I'm a
Prodigal individual, comical mental
Hospital chronicles nostradamus the prophet
Prophecies in chronological
Life’s no game, no lucid dream, or a vision
It's a physical, visual
Grand design in position
Man designed this religion to
Defy what our limit's
And the lies too persistent
To align our existence as the ending of life
Approaches closer every second
I don’t see life and death as separate
Only intersected like birth and death are
But one experience connected
And time is of the essence so
We careful how we spendin' it