(Shakir) Your chest moves at the same pace as mine We're red blood cells mediating time (Where red blood cells mediate in time) I said I feel fine, But you're never satisfied with that, Too justified and occupied to alkaline my acid side Too scared to get too close to top speed Or put in the effort needed to make sure I succeed I'm begging for attention from myself, but still getting rejected Connected by the physical I beg all of you, I beg all of you Our two-person crew, I'm thinking someone made me for you... I'm thinking someone made me for you. 'Cause I'm tryna reach up while I'm tryna reach down and I'm just about to break down. Check your pockets for your life I check my pockets cuz I'm lacking the empathy To modify my time to understand your complexity It should be enough that you're standing right next to me Waving from another shore, laced in reality Everything's a story but the stories never line up Intersecting symbols of a life that didn't sign up for anything Accept true alienation In the bone cage, thought's just procrastination 'Cause I'm tryna reach up while I'm tryna reach down and I'm just about to break down. Check your pockets for your life

(Shakir) I guess I'm still guessing, stressing, caressing my ego Long enough to drop bombs on my closest amigos  And all you hard work turns to letters, but letters are mean It's fucked up, I'm here bugging at a line on a screen But what does that mean? Who gets cut out? What gets negated? By the personhood translated that a Mac screen created Cuz a phone in your hand; a mind on the outside Forced to face itself with a diluted decayed pride and a mitigated brain Kinda like a cheap beer It doesn't taste as good but it'll get me from here to there Circle to square, living to living well Blowing lies outta my eyes from the heat of a digital hell I wouldn't say I'm trapped, cuz I know that I'm free Although the "norm" will crush the spirit if it must disagree Somehow I think we're kinda passed a gendered anthropomorphic description of an an energy pervading in the depths on an encryption code Yet through technology the humans are gone Because the Uncanny Valley, was always a con And even though our glasses help us see clear You won't be quite as happy when your eyes disappear  Robots are already here with their lives in their hands Data scripts in their portable pineal glands Microchips in the miniature promised land So won't you tell me who's on? Humans die by design (Braden) I think my brain been frayed We all absorbed, reforming normalcy in our ways Forged among the firewalls and analog blaze Our discourse rearranged, even Liquid fell pray to these changes Now they're crawling in my mental All these bots in my thoughts, antiquated exponentials Can't forget fast enough, I can barely keep up With the tech it's a must to progress Guess I just gotta Try and be elastic, megabits and plastic Wrap around my wrist and stay affixed beyond the casket That's the tactic is to worm in, subvert my cerebellum Til I find myself complicit in the future they're foretelling (But what's it looking like?) A fabricated way of life Digitize the mind's horizon in the modern zeitgeist Memory dot E X E I burn my brain into CD and then upload and re-encode my DNA to data streams now Oh jeez! I'm hearing all my thoughts in mp3 See in 720p Run at 3k M H Z 'Til reality be looking like it does within my screen and the ghost in the machine begins to resemble me I see the androids are already here with their lives in their hands, data scripts in the portable pineal gland Microchips in the miniature promised land So don't you ask me who's on Humans die by design

(Shakir) I suppose I feel torn There seems to be a schism in my community  Born with a propensity to chase all opportunity  But pulled in two directions by a basic bent attraction Characterized by the other side, as a basic self-distraction A reaction to a turbulent relationship  I'm trying to explain to you, I can't just go abandon ship Maybe there's a way to help keep both of you so satisfied Everyone seems fine with touting emblematic matricide and patricide  As if they could deny their inner worth It doesn't really matter if you help your own rebirth See I would never shed the blood, or take the life on one's eternally perfected state Unless of course we stop looking externally  In the spaces in between I could buckle down and work out what I mean Based on everything I've seen, I can stop the machine In the spaces in between the world could buckle down and work out what we mean Cuz I commit these crimes on the daily, interior I trusted myself, but saw my motives were ulterior  You download me through all of this, upload on the smallest miss It's hard to feel the loving when you promise contradicting bliss  Now they both sustain themselves, but soon they will diminish Or one of them will shut me out and let the heartache finish Which is fair enough so justified, my lies are perfect, bonafied Manipulation, late causation, selfish dehumanization It cause a rift inside, a rift that just gets amplified  By winning here, winning there, acting like I never care But soon the roads diverge too much to keep my feet on both of them Soon my words diverge too much to keep my feet on... All the spaces in between, I could buckle down and work out what I mean Based on everything I've seen, I can't stop the machine And in the spaces in between the world could buckle down and work out what we mean (Braden) Spaces in between What I said and what I mean. Pick a path to choose Would you know which to take? Trying desperately To have my cake and eat it too, But come up empty handed  Hungry, yet again. Falling to his knees, plagued by thoughts of what could be, lament the lack of time  to devote to it all. Opportunity presents itself infrequently but is it worth the risk? I gotta admit I feel afraid of passion in obscurity. Career advice: I'm not enticed by normative security, yet formative maturity at the cusp of two decisions yields a breaking point between an ensured later and provisional fulfillment. Appointing unbiased hierarchies, where success is oftentimes defined in numbers and degrees, but all the money in the world would never set your mind at ease from the turmoil you feel from  compromising on your dreams. It's got you  breeding elements of cynicism on the regular, defining all activities by that which they're not. Breeding elements of cynicism on the regular, convinced yourself throughout the years you couldn't be bought. (Shakir) In the spaces in between I could buckle down and work out what I mean Based on everything I've seen, I can slow the machine And in the spaces in between the world could buckle down and work out what we mean

(Braden) I toed the line from angel wings  or devil's dance. They're only  all products of subjective circumstance. I often think of the difference in you and I and how I could never claim to  know, nor could I  presume to understand, what you've been through. Our nostalgia is someone else's summer home How could they have ever known? So at the end of it all we stand at this precipice of seismic  shifts in how we see ourselves. Right or wrong, it's relativity. I'm just doing the best I can with all I have to give. I  hope it's enough for me. I hope that's enough for you. Our getaway is someone else's sweat and bone How could I have ever known? (Shakir) I'm homesick, even though I'm still home Gotta step outside of this dome, gotta leave my head Even though you're not dead, Imma try to forget everything that you said Make a king of the world when you sleep in my bed Its a good thing I sound well-read, forget street cred I'm lucky to be alive, climbed outta that jungle, barely survived  Rarely surprised, squarely deprived, fairly surmised by the time I arrived in your life You didn't even have a choice, I demanded you mind with my voice Move passed the old, get with the new Try to escape the world you construe With atlas and map, words just collapse When you think about them Just a little sideways