<< LYRICS>>

Kid Solomon:
I like to pretend that I was born the illest
But the boy became a man with the help of the village
Gotta bring a boon back, face the desert and the blizzard
And divvy up the goods with the rest of the chilluns.

Frantic:
Creases in the lines of the scripture that they preach
Wolfish in their habits infiltrating the clergy
Arrival, discovery, tumblers spitting teeth
When the key is more akin to a sheep wearing fleece

KS:
Alive but disheveled, we stumble through the breach
And fumble for the pieces of our shattered sanity
Eyes crossed, arms flapping like a parakeet
Can’t back down, like they double-dog-daring me

F:
Daring me, comparing me, a bark or with a growl
Atoms formed from dust, churchs gold plated trowel
Need me i’m in the woods with the foxes and the owls
Triple check all your locks when we’re out and on the prowl

KS:
Yeah we prowling deep into the bowels of the earth,
Hoping for the best, but prepared for the worst
Not even sure what we're seeking, but we start the search
A journey of a thousand miles starts with a step first.



F:
Destination far, origin in pits of tar
The prose is flowery, the attitude is dog star
Repertoire removed rudely, wrenched from the reservoirs
Origin story gory, poorly scribed in my memoirs

KS:
Flames flicker and the shadows lurch
Found a pile of gold, but it’s probably cursed
Finally emerge at the top of the mountain
Find a blind man meditating, bearded and soundless

Begging him for answers, but he doesn’t say a word
Only gestures to the perch of a nearby bird
So we leave empty-handed, only silence heard
For the young and foolish, wisdom always sounds absurd

T4-5
In the basement made a face meant for masquerade
And lately these days fades at a faster rate
If I get the look right maybe I can master fate
If I can spin straw to jade, a fusillade of accolades

The truth seduced me with its cordial intrusion
My bedroom roof thinks my dreams are mournful delusions
Normally a place for me to chase flying z’s, but
Lately it's a stage for my anxieties

KS:
Anxious, but we forge ahead at any cost
To find your way home, you might have to get lost
Take an arrow in the heel, break the shaft off
Discovery hovering just ahead, and so we blast off

Fight a wild beast, leap from rock to rock,
A sword-swing parried and a fireball blocked.
Faded map written on ancient piece of cloth,
Swing across the chasm on a vine, Lara Croft

Have to lose your mind if you truly want to find it
Real danger, fighting for our survival
Gaze into the eyes of the obsidian idol
Eventually the exodus becomes an arrival

F:
Arrival, I’m heading west with Fievel
Ghosts on my shoulder, yeah, I guess I’ll hang with the alive though
Time grows, and casts its insistent shadow
Antlers on my forehead, shoulders meant for nine crows

The spine bows, with its creaks and groans
My peaks and lows, at least these sticks and stones
Couldn’t reach me at my nadir and never touch my zenith
Teach me how to make fear my crutch and my apprentice

It’s Frantic, so called Mr. Fantastic
Set me a goal and watch me reach out and grab it.
Never meant to be on a mic, these moments so candid,
Whooped ass, then I canned it; lit a flame, then I fanned it.