shines the minds of fine enlightend
we are only youngbut we style our future with a cattle gun
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
cause when the fire light shocks like a cop shop pyre
we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire
and we'll move like nuryev at night
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
but we style out future in the shadow of guns
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip
cracks down on the millions
cracks the kids on the hips
we'll be moving like nuryev at night
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
blades engraved with babies' nameswhile pylons hide the suicide
side to sideshines the light of fine enlightened minds
coast to coastside to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
blades engraved with babies' names.