 The other nation, look your way, the code of meditation This chapter's gonna be a close one Smoke wings, I know you're gonna blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you My props are happy when they feed you J-box, top flyers and the cheetahs Put their blows on me, they're gonna leave my world I love the tears I've tried to be part of the wave