All mistakes in the past I try and shut it out I can't be taking it no more so won't you cut it out All of this driving ambition I must let it out Sometimes I gotta do for self that's what it's all about Making light steps on the ground touch down in the west Less I be mistaken I see many bows are breaking But I was only shaken my cerebral stays stable Lay my hands upon the table cos I'm willing and I'm able When the time comes I travel over to the top Climb higher embark like the spark in my veins bloodfire Try again to try my patience and you never will succeed My inner space attacks the master race My profession that is the most 'Cos you're the listener and I'm the humble host So welcome to the distorted alternative view As the mind showing the way to the few.