Cold as icicles, baby you should know
I am not so usual

(Lucas)
Looking for a marker that’ll mesmerize the mania
Searching for a reason I should step outside the radius
Match maker, sidewalk crack back breaker
Sing like a good Samaritan and a bad neighbor
Mach 5 the mission, or meditate and chill
Anything it takes to pay the bills or medicate the ills
I say that I’m an artist to excuse the self talk
To justify the daydreams and brush the L’s off
Jack of all dabblers collaging all the hobbies up
Sprouting vegetation by rerouting rusty aqueducts
Inviting only family to mob upon a posse cut
So you can kick the pebbles, rocks and dust if you ain’t squad with us
Come a couple check points since a pip squeaking
Kid speaking gibberish while thinking it’s significant
I’ve learned to work and play, learned to blur the difference
Learned to think big and to pick a tiny instrument…slim

(Steve)
Before I was old enough to know better I knew better
That whoever I met told truth never
That whenever she wrong, just let her
I know it ain’t right, but save yourself a night man, forget it
Before I was junkie gas pumping on the monthly
I was certain there was nothing worth working for
This jerk is more nothing than the void itself
Avoid the well, its coins and its wishes
Friends stick to your business
Day crimes, from the banks to its robbers
Don’t worry, they’re insured they ain’t gonna stop us
Plus when they go broke they ain’t go no problems
Print some more paper while the tax payer watching
Bad man, sometimes you can see it in my eyes
It happens automatically, I don’t even try
Fuck around the best like “Who the hell am I”
Forget about the rest, baby, don’t waste your time

(Lucas)
Trek to the bodega with a pair of dirty hobbit feet
Wish upon a satellite and other worldly oddities
The signal is a summoning, missles are rebuttling
I stitch a wing and summit when the simple things are puzzling
We busy, titled to a tizzy just to amp the endorphins
No castle or fortress, no family fortune
Chicken with the mandarin oranges
Might as well grub now before they ration the portions
Wallet made of duct tape, necklace made of sharks teeth
Plastic cup full of magic within arm’s reach
Anxious little Andy with a palpitating heart beat
Swallowing my nerves to be the life of the party
Normal is subjective, usual is too
You should use whatever adjective is beautiful to you
I’ma do the same, do the same, do the do the same thing
And hold on to a piece of me while everything is changing