This is a song about "In the cplouds"

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

In the face of the outside.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Like the pyramids primitive appearing in

My talent should take me places i've never been

Knocked out in the lunch in

Catch you up on places i've been

In the foreground while i'm in the

Is written in our souls, africa

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition