Artista: Crime In Stereo
  Canción: Compass And Square

What began as a poem 
Is now just a burden
A vicious song that’s mine to keep
What began as forgetting 
Is now just a prototype 
Of ways to fight off sleep

Arm the thieves with the wings 
And weights of soldiers 
To deepen the pockets of the meek
Make mixtapes of other peoples problems 
And burn everyone CDs

Cause they’ve built themselves some charade 
Where a saving grace is hard to find
What began as a song 
Ended up as a death threat 
Addressed to everyone’s house but mine

So far confined into dead ends 
With greater love of consequence 
And a quiver filled with bad intentions 
To let them fall where they may

Tell them for their own sake
Do your best to stay awake 
The burden’s are mine
Contently confined 
To carve the lines in acetate

Get the syringe
Let’s see if ink to page 
Brings the same fear as life, love and medicine
It can break skin
Let’s see who feels it

Things have changed so little from the way I planned it
A ventricle scarred, lined with mathematics
And an escape to my old best advantage
A savagely cerrated pen 

Get the syringe
Let’s see if ink to page 
Brings the same fear as life, love and medicine
It can break skin
It can’t break me

Here’s your advantage
Things have changed so little from the way I planned it
A scab to heal hopeless semantics
We’re all romantics
The math is coincidence