Cerebral Broadside - meTronomes

Metronomes in a hundred seconds
I'm checking, I'm testing the beat
Cuz the record's Adept with the song, and it died on repeat
A B-line C-ed for the section, perfection
In a person's a curse if your waiting to teach all the lessons
Dropping your love like a rock in the sink
And foresee empathy in a tree not flexing
You must be fucking fatal to understand these lines
When I just told you I can't even read mine, right
I'm stepping out the lines today
Don't base your worth on fitting rhymes
So hurry, hurry, to be first in line
I'm breaking out the lines today
Just face the verse - it's simple, right
Don't worry, worry, cuz we'll find the time
So concentrate, we walk through fate
Melting pot of all of our thoughts - in a time and a place
A la marble or clay that I'm carving with grace
Along the razor perceptions of the lines we chase
Over-compensated: either side is great
But it's all today - so they fall away
I'm going blind with the aim at the heart
Of the art that we make; give my all if it takes it
And it always takes it all - it's my favorite
Not gonna shake me off of my spaceship
The cosmos involved in all of my playlists
Always evolve: the process automated
IV full of coffee if you tired and sedated
I'ma comet - keep it frosty - while it's hot as all Satan
I'm a conduit of angels; only gospel on the face of it
And it's... Alive through all language
I'm stepping out the lines today
Don't base your worth on fitting rhymes
So hurry, hurry, to be first in line
I'm breaking out the lines today
Just face the verse - it's simple, right
Don't worry, worry, cuz we'll find the time
I know your more than able, you'll understand in time
Lost your composure, for the very last time, right
Follow through my constitution
No time to lose til my body's useless
Crystal thoughts for you - with my heart's inclusions
There's art to do with these convolutions
And I'm a connoisseur, and these lines will prove it
I maneuver like parkour through those
Obstacles that'll stop a movement
Water through 'em; theres not much to it
I'm stepping out the lines today
Don't base your worth on fitting rhymes
So hurry, hurry, to be first in line
I'm breaking out the lines today
Just face the verse - it's simple, right
Don't worry, worry, cuz we'll find the time

Written by:
John Peck, Sam Tackett

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