Из альбома: Siberia
Well, I guess I lost this round
The mountains have come down
I won't go where they go
Oh, I'll be back around
The hits above the trees
And we stole our leaves
Come all the tides and tows
We'll stand above the sea
Highs and lows
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
So, flux and flow
Flux and flow
When we taste the bitter end
And hunger life again
We take another turn
With a better hand
Highs and low
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
And you fix your plans
Then you straighten your hand
So, flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Rat race
Ready, set, go.
My heavy steps slow
But I'm first at the finish line simply 'cause I never left home
I'm a rock man, mega def
That's key, treble clef,
Leave better yet, just be,
Let 'em see
How you get fresh, how you get free,
How you shake 'em
Epilepsy
Without ech-a-sketch scenes,
That'll make 'em,
Show how you been without breakin'.
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux...
There are pits and lands
On the ground that you stand
And you fix your plans
Then straighten your hand
(Gracias a Almir Ulises Mestre por esta letra)