Yeah.
Well, I'm driving. Wait. Hold up.
They say, do what's expected in the interim.
They say it's minimum.
They say it's interrupt.
They say, there's five senses but there's six of them.
I have an infant son, I live on in my blood.
My coast is in the wind when it gusts.
They say, wait, wait, late, it's stiffing up.
AK, piston pump, triple six, pick you up.
They say, there's five senses but there's six of us.
What I see? I hung up my phone and crashed.
Everything around me is smoldered black.
Everywhere I step is broken glass.
I look up in the sky and see smoke and ash.
Turn around, all I see is open flames.
And a body laying in an open lane.
People crowd around. I'm pushing through.
Like, excuse me, please, could you move?
I see the body but it's like it's from a crooked view.
A voice in my head says, that looks like you.
What I hear, so I cuss and I scream.
I start to panic, having trouble to breathe.
I pinch myself, hoping to wake up from a dream.
I hear sirens, paramedics rush to the scene.
They put me in the ambulance, in the back of it.
Is this an acid trip? Did I imagine this?
I don't feel anything in my hands I grip.
I don't feel like I was in an accident.
I felt safe, cause my belt was fastened too.
I reach over, touch the person I crashed into.
He said all he could taste was rotten death.
He was drunk though, I smelled alcohol on his breath.
Five senses, what you taste, what you smell.
What you see, what you hear, what you feel.
Yeah, I must be out my mind.
Cause from the shadows, a hand reaches out to mine.
This is where the situation gets tense.
It's 666, I embrace my sixth sense.
They took me to the pearly gates.
You should have been there, not for all the worldly mistakes.
I could have been spared, in despair.
Cause just like we was born, one day we vanish in the thin air.
They say do what's expected in the interim.
They say it's minimum, they say it's interrupt.
They say there's five senses, but there's six of them.
I have an infant son, I live on in my blood.
My ghost is in the wind when it gusts.
They say wait, wait, wait, it's stiffing up.
AK, here's your pun, triple six, pick you up.
They say there's five senses, but there's six of them.
Peel back the skin, and look underneath.
Is this happening? Come with me.
No sense in panicking over what you see.
A numbing scream welcomes my company.
Get a rush, heightened by the gas fumes.
A calm washes over your flesh, then I grab you.
Leave a life you're unattached to.
A beam of light, time trapped.
Extinguished fire in a vacuum.
This seems like heaven.
God particles, freed in death.
Resuspended between dimensions.
The universe gave us a choice.
New souls are created when old souls choose to stay in the void.
He understood the questions he wouldn't ask.
Yeah, followed by the answers that he couldn't grasp.
Live forever in the moment like the book of Acts.
Life was refusing God, death was when you took a bath.
They say, do what's expected in the interim.
They say it's minimum. They say it's interrupt.
They say there's five senses, but there's six of them.
I have an infant son I live on in my blood.
My ghost is in the wind when it gusts.
They say, wait, wait, wait, it's stiffing up.
AK, pimpin' pump, triple six, pick you up.
They say there's five senses, but there's six of them.
