Infinite Chances

Ain't no plans without reason all American demon/ keepin the dark side of their justifications a secret.
Surrounded by an antique forest/put a silent guitar in the middle of the chorus.
Show me your ideas show me all your rabid fears/adjust the snowfall with the damn rabbit ears.
Pieces of a kiss through a broken sun ray/Ayyy yo it's cold outside when you contradict a renegade.
Get the cash yeah you know I got a wicked stash/fix it fast when you need the quickest raps.
I need some knowledge in experiencing chaos/we wanna buy shit without worrying what they cost.
They hate us but it's all good cause they fucking fakers/they would do it in a sec if they had the opportunity to trade us.
Too addicted to the trust falls/talk amongst y'all to figure how to mud walls.
Yo falling from a mighty grace/doing all that with a smiley face.
Yeah i I'll do whatever that it takes/all the while learning from the mistakes.

Given infinite chances what could i advance to/and so proceed accordingly just as i planned to.
Given infinite chances could i understand you/or would i ever care to stand to.
Given infinite chances.

Parties knocking at my door i never wanna see again/walking through the shopping mall with all my robotic friends.
Bring me all the stories in nutshell/i make the music where you feel it in your blood cells.
That's how I know I done well/one well is a tough sell when you say its from hell.
Check out my poses plus I got a cold battle cry/emcee status liquify all your alibis.
I'm serious taking a slick ride into a dark city/you can curb your bravery if you don't wanna walk with me.
They bring us ideas with no purpose/fuck the prison they've created for a surplus.
If it concerns us you can find us defining kindness/blind us with the bright lights and grind us into a fine dust.
Wondering through nights without clues/no connection to the TV or the local news.
Hot saint looking for a stone cold devil/harvesting cultivating home grown metal.
Thunderbolts in an envelope open at your own risk/welcome to the church of habit we pray to what's phobic.
I was busted with a big bag of brilliance/and I had it worth billions.
No room for the jokes when you come across infinite chances/these are the new circumstances.