Scorpion Skin

This is your pilot, VC

Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for takeoff

There's nothing on the pages, there's nothing to write

My mind is drawing a blank, at the mic

Words are jumbling in my head, I grasp it it's gone

I have to fight my mind, for that grade at dawn

Now I know there's nothing to try

Need it all to be refined

Now I know it's all gonna blow

It's growing time

Burning my mind to rework my thoughts

Bullet cleaving though my torso clearly sought

Outwitting my opponents while dressed in polyester

Tip toeing around conversations like I'm a feather

Now I know there's nothing to try

Scorpion falling

Need it all to be refined

Scorpion crawling

Now I know it's all gonna blow

Scorpion lashing

It's growing time

Scorpion toxins

Now I know your gonna sow

Scorpion malice

Tying it all up in a bow

Scorpion blight

Now I know there's nothing around

Scorpion sting falling down

Now I know there's nothing to try

(Nothing to try)

Need it all to be refined

(To be refined)

Now I know it's all gonna blow

(Its all gonna blow)

It's growing time!

Now I know your gonna sow

(Your gonna sow)

Tying it all up in a bow

(All in a bow)

Now I know there's nothing around

(Nothing around)

Scorpion sting falling down