Triceracorn, IAMe - Changing Elevation lyrics

When you put it on paper it shouldn't work
But intangible rabbit hole in the earth
Opens up to give birth
To the thing that you can't physically feel
But, you know when you're around
It you get healed i can't explain it
Other than to say I'm spellbound
I got a tingle from my brain to my tailbone
I disconnect and in the darkness
I hear whale sounds
But in reality my hand is
On the railroad tracks
I can't feel it with caress
But, I feel it with my heart
I dealt with the stress when
My world fell apart
The nucleus stayed intact, but in fact
All my bruises fade from blue to black
Is this a trap? The bait's waiting for me
I'm powerless before it
I can't resist her aura
I'm wandering in the forest
I'm searching for the beacon
And frankly speakin'
I'm ready to feel the trap's teeth in
My ankle as they sink in

I can't explain it
Heads feeling like I'm changing elevation
As oxygen thins my thoughts are racin'
My minds made up and I'm
Not equipped to change it

Life on the perspective grid
This decorative checkerboard
Of highs and lows, all terrain
It's always changin' I'm trying
To collect a bit
Of bread and get some country club etiquette
Instead of being punch drunk and irreverent
Too high is what I've never been

I won't settle for nothing less than success
I'm double edged
I'm trying to take gillettes to the stress
And machetes to the debt
Before they combine and align the
Guillotine over my neck
I'm like, when's that finna drop?
Like your record I hope the
Date gets pushed back
Or the shit gets shelved all together
But unless it's coming out on Heaven Noise
I have no say in the matter
But, I have a choice on how the
Weight of the matter effects me
And I have some methods for distraction
But they ain't fail safe
Even when I've barricaded my over therapy
These thoughts creep back in into
My skin like parabens
To terrorize me and it don't
Matter where or when i need a CAT scan
I'm seeing some shit that isn't there again
Rap hands like I'm playing
A invisible theremin
I'm not terribly arrogant
In this biz that's akin to speaking Arabic
In a room full of obese Americans
Who love their Toby Keith and SUVs
But, I'mma need more than four
Wheel drive for this ascent
This urban airs a brick I'm trying
To climb though air is thin
I need some sherpas for the lift and
Some time to soak it in