Press Benjamin’s button with DT’s* thumb
The moment in which passes the tongue to the throat
I remember “The Acoustic Guitar Without Its 6th String”
And “8:45” that’s now become so special
Yeah, remember, the arts are like that after all –
breathing life into a meaningless time
Whether you like it or not, your life has become an exhibition but
for someone out there, it’d be a song they have by their side for their whole life;
someone’s drinking glass, someone’s convenience store
someone’s North Face, though it’s now been sold and isn’t around
You got what I’m saying
Your whole life was a damn concert
And whether you like it or not, you raised another monster
This album be the last, but it will forever last
Things gon be a past, but fest post to be fast
Hope it for the best, but see you already blessed
All you spit was blast, so don’t you worry dad
You ain’t dead