Are you ready for the final weekend
Beats hit tissue and your pulses weakened
Living like tomorrow's a mirage or a beacon
Pound another breath of fresh air if you're decent

We're trying to enjoy this while it lasts
Before somebody has to spoil the bash with a blast
I'm gonna percolate like I've worked too late
Take a moisture break and let it circulate
And get proper as war time etiquette
Music colors sentences like subject and precicate
Waves moving through the oxygen so delicate
Through two senses
Feeling like you're healing relevance through the censors
Subconscious aims over logical fences
Nocturnal games live optical lessons
Interpreting things with new lenses
If emotionally detached
Connection recommences
In evening sentiments the empathic living glow
Shows impactful evidence graphic as a star of snow
Any year could be the one we fear but know
It ain't here until it is we're still on the globe
Mind where you tread as the Earth feels your soles
Nobody knows the steps to this dance or their roles
Because any second we can die from our weapons
Any minute we can meet the infinite
Any hour we could greet higher power
Any day now any day now any day now any day

Are you ready for the final weekend
Beats hit tissue and your pulses weakened
Living like tomorrow's a mirage or a beacon
Pound another breath of fresh air if you're decent

Its kind of tragic sometimes it makes me manic
So I fight against the panic to do damage and I mange
With funk so sane the smell stains your brain cells
When front row steps on stage and play themselves
Fill your hourglass cameos to the last granule
Life has no manual autopilot off manual
Seems to be the paradigm unaware of where am I
Sound crests to mirror tides reflecting in the moonshine
Heaven knows we'll miss this instant in due time
Push that rhythm passed the next threshold and lets go
Under nights parasol until we drop like set Sol
Peddling decibels you can audit with retinals
Straight body talk edit all the conventional
On the social sidelines B-Girls B-Boys
Be ground breakers of the globe
Can't avoid the void so fill it
With fulfillment foothold on the voyage
Enjoy final trip out
Until your vital blips go straight
And you're packaged like a gift to the place beyond the gates
Any second we can die from our weapons
Any minute we can meet the infinite so

Are you ready for the final weekend
Beats hit tissue and your pulses weakened
Living like tomorrow's a mirage or a beacon
Pound another breath of fresh air if you're decent