Churches under the stairs

With the send, and the sound
We might just believe that we could do all the things
In our minds
With exacto knives and things that will make you right
All the sounds
All men tradin two worlds where we do the love
And to find
All the leaves that we can speak about

Well you know, it ain't right
That the cinder blocks have taken up our view
For a while
But the simple mathematics of our lives and design
It's our head that's pointin' five degrees to the right
Did you know, there will only be so many of our kind

Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh
Give me somethin with frozen hearts
Give me somethin with chosen art
Give me somethin the closing starts
Give me somethin we froze the hearts

We idolize
It comes right down through the suction of the grid iron and the grind
Do you know the knee scrapes represent
What we thought of design
It comes in and holds you out with thoughts of the world
Not in line
Do you think that they're imaginary hearts
It was right
To return to pieces of the circle where we decline
I know military moments will believe ours
Is the sound
And a tic toc to the world that tells you how, you arrive
Do you think that we are momentary

Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh
Give me somethin with frozen hearts
Give me somethin with chosen art
Give me somethin the closing starts
Give me somethin we froze the hearts

We want it all
Wanna sift through the creation time at night
With your thoughts
You know I am just so literary
Fights, we disarm
They come in like shells that sink right through the world
And the right
You know pieces of the poetry go out
For the cause
Does it feel like somethin's missin, time to concede
For a while, because all that's right is always that's what's wrong
In your mind
I've got churches right beneath the stairs in your house
And the time
It's a tic toc goin out we're wary