Mixed Blood Majority Free Up (feat. Cecil Otter)
[Hook: Crescent Moon, Joe Horton and Cecil Otter]
Some keys fit the lock, some keys didn't
I'm a pick the lock, run free with 'em
Reminds me of the ones we lost, ones we didn't
Some keys fit the lock, some keys didn't
Tongue speak to wisdom, sun-bleached fiction
Wisdom didn't listen, unclean prison
Reminds me of the ones we lost, ones we didn't
Some keys fit the lock, some keys didn't
[Crescent Moon]
Don't think too long about it or it won't be worth remembering
And then the things we cherish perish in the cold November brings
But who am I to tell you what you should or shouldn't
What you could or couldn't, thought you would but wouldn't
Walk the plank without the blindfold, must've had your eyes closed
Prob'ly sleepwalking down the corridor that time goes
High hopes, low brows, low blows, cold crowds
No doubt, the sun shines the brightest 'fore it's blown out
[Joe Horton]
The only sound, a voice inside your ears
Counting down the seconds in the dark before you disappear
It isn't clear what you are or how you got here
Angry at the pastor for the static hiss distraction
One should not fear anything, empathy, set me free
Lesser devils heckle for the hell of it
Let em be irrelevant, don't believe in deficits
Learn to see the elephant standing in his shadow redefining bright
[Cecil Otter]
Now something isn't sitting right, when you hit the lights
Those butterflies you kept in jars had suffocated in the night
Living like some distant light that knows to keep his distance like
He knows that he's been missing life he holds the keys and gets the kites
Must been the knife inside the back that kept you from the crowds
And in the clouds and left you with a thousand ways of splitting town
Drinking down the hours you hide away and cut you down
With lookalikes and woolen eyes that like to look you up and down
[Hook]
