Well, I guess I lost this round

The mountains have come down

I won’t go where they go

No, I’ll be back around

With our heads above the trees

And the storm at our knees

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 a bitter end

And hunger life again

We take another turn

With a better hand

Highs and lows, there are pits and lands

On the ground that you stand

Flux and flow, and you fix your plans

Then, you trade in your hand

So flux and flow

Flux and flow

Flux and flow

Flux and flow

In the rat race

Ready set go

Now I’m a step slow

But I’m first at the finish line

Simply cuz I never left home

I’m a rock, man- megadeath

That’s key- treble clef

Lead, better yet just be

Let ‘em see how you get your fresh

How you get your free

How you shake ‘em

Epilepsy with that etch-a-sketch

Scenes, then remake ‘em

Show ‘em how you bend without breakin’

Highs and lows, there are pits and lands

On the ground that you stand.

Flux and flow, and you fix your plans

Then, you trade in your hand