Pitchforks & Halos

Winding road, carnival glow behind us
Pitchforks and halos light the way home, sometimes you gotta pop in and remind em'
Dead zone daps at the merch table, vinyl signing
Comatose, reclaiming my time and thank you for rewinding
In advance, Caliban on Caribbean island
Barefoot in the water, eyein' that horizon
In a B-boy stance, their time is over, everything is timing
Their time is over and they know it, that's why they wilding
Right up to the last second, idiots really thought I was just rhyming
I take a book for the trip, short or long
The stirring words of dead revolutionaries who were wrong
The blurring world of all them centuries, I wonder where the time gone
I wonder where the time gone
The hood of the time machine was still warm
People make time for the things they really want