VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Fly. Coloring a book named I. black to many sheep where the cheap tax high. Pillow-case number one of every waking life, playing dice with a simple trait and favorite line… “No snake eyes.” Adamant I’ve become for the will to be a super- nah… more like Luke Cage. Marvel man suit days. Who pays me to be on point? Me! Got about Eleven-hundred other runner ups in a rush to save a life for the wrong means. Wonder what it all means. Summer love falling for the winter bug… you cold blooded. These foes love it. Couldn’t survive without the heat to rise. I got tough skin to defeat the lies. Passion… just ask them. Strong enough to kick your ass in. Backed by action, (figured as much) to touch core individuals free from crutch plus… I don’t wanna save the world from evil, I wanna save the world from themselves… to recognize we are the obstacles. Hard to believe you would need x-ray opticals to be a light to the Nightshade. Likely I’m hire, heroes retired.

HOOK (DiViNCi)
Dangerous
Times are dangerous
Dangerous
Listen to me now, I know they’re dangerous
Dangerous
Times are dangerous
Dangerous
Times are dangerous

VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
City blood’s boiling, rises Anita Fite.
Restless decept I despise in finite crisis.
Character of Empress inspired,
Exposed into open of Olympic size.
Foe’s a parent, vantage: disguised.
Load of vocal weaponry’s, a force undenied
Fast and accurate in fashioning paths of my time
Few immune to voodoo
I use parent tools handed down
Now I save you.

VERSE 3 (Swamburger)
We the people unmasked
Fighting for the mass
Have a will to grasp
What’s at stake
Whether you believe in
Fate or negate
The state of now
Circling about
From square one
Seeking another mother to nurture your fathered time
And time again
We will try to be your everything
But not everything about us is a win win

(Alexandrah)
We protect the bold
Enough to be flying despite
A prohibit bit of forbidden sky
In these times.


(Swamburger & Alexandrah)
Take a little credit for your faults…
Halt that personal closure towards your vault
Better the bitter proportionate pro
Hoarding cheddar for the fortunate goal
Found a bit of material
Literal definition for the record that the pitiful action is boxed in
Plus circuit of worth is boxed in
Stuck wording the mouth,
Alerting the route
Blurting the ouch, the truth hurts
Ain’t no better example than our faults.