Nothing left inside I must be hollow so follow the rhythm
Listen for a syllable inspired and follow the rhythm
Let the quill ignited it up and light it up follow the rhythm
No higher rhythm, just a fire within, inquire within.


Primal refrain, finger to the vein follow the rhythm
Stain on my brain, like a foreign pain follow the rhythm
Temples all adorned but still ignored follow the rhythm
What's it for and what does it serve to store? Grip what's given.


Soul in my chest will it ever rest? Follow the rhythm.
What if a "yes" super psychic test: performance-driven.
Think I could pass, so does every ass follow the rhythm
I'm not that confused and I'm not amused follow the rhythm.


Grip the window sill feel the holy will it's inside you still
Spit the jagged pill let the silence spill, embrace the thrill
Air in your lung, honey on your tongue so breathe and swallow.
Holy surprise in your eyes There's a rhythm to follow...