Stiltzkin

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee]
Hailing from the capital, I'm heading out
Into the wide world, to prove wrong who had a doubt
People miss the ones that they see the least
And I've been taken for granted, it's time for me to leave...

I will promise to write letters
And give them to anybody relaying them to whoever
In time they will reach you, by the time
You read them, I will be far from where I'd meet you

I might be in town, just passing through
Can't stay for too long, there's things I have to do
We can have a little chat and then I'm off again
Was nice to see you tonight, but by the morning I'll be gone

[Chorus: Brother Gil (Concrete Cee)]
Time has yet to wait for an explorer to discover his true fate

(I'm missing people's calls cause I'm gone
Trying to put some food up on my plate
Got a couple things for sale, going by the usual rate till they're gone)

People only mourn when you expire
But they often disregard the wear and tear on your tires
When you're gone - way beyond the point of no return
All of sudden, you're everyone's concern, now they wonder why you're gone...

[Verse 2: Concrete Cee]
Sitting by myself on an airship, destination a place
Wherever the weather's the fairest
And I don't carry a map, I'm not a tourist
I steer clear of the lawless, move cautious

Shake hands with a couple fellow performers
Down drinks then show those in attendance what I brought them
Nice to feel the vibes but the hourglass
Shows almost every grain of sand's fallen

I head for the bed, cause next morning
The cycle repeats, and I'll be somewhere else foreign
Heard a stranger ask me, don't you miss your family?
The look in my eyes was unresponsive

Very hard to tell the weight of one's conscience
If not by the empty eyes when he ponders
The dreams he had back then, the person he was
The vows of love, but whatever it was, it is gone...

[Chorus 2: Brother Gil (Concrete Cee)]
The past is but the past, yet it's sad
When you keep forgetting good times in favor of the bad
Till they're gone

The Neverending Story is a lie
Fantasia will turn to Nothing, when you die
Then they cry cause you're gone

So's the chance to ever mend the fences
Some will spite you under their breath
Whenever you are mentioned, and you're gone

(Cause real is not real anymore; I'm used to it
I have seen it all before, don't you wonder why I'm gone!)

[Verse 3: Concrete Cee]
As it seems, he was butterfly stroking
In a pair of drag shorts against everybody crawling downstream
The only person with a smile while it rained
A Burmecian mindstate, look how the times changed

We used to run on steam, and now we run on energy
Whose production is exhibit of our heresy
We used to heed mother nature, we abused her love
Look how we bleed mother nature, she can't do enough

We look to the Sun, knowing that it's a cruel judge
From within, the destruction of Gaia will soon come
Witness Terra's rebirth, as well as the impending
Rise of the Genomes with inborn hiveminds

As life dies, there is compression of time
Cause everything is silent and we cannot press rewind
Back to when dripping water birthed a clock
Back to the Ajanta caves carved into rock

Testimonials he chiseled into granite
Embarked on a long journey, came back empty handed
Many friends were lost, his sins ain't unforgivable
But in this worldly existence, he won't get absolved

They'd pin him to the cross, hurl stones at him
He's used to the procedure, they unearth no sadness
No regrets, glares of a man that lived too long
Meet with those of a man that talks pure sickness

Most lies are written by the victors
The Byronic hero appears, with the customary
Jade colored glasses, and a foul mouth that swears
That he didn't fucking do it but the mob wouldn't care

They wanna see a fruit too ripe for the harvesting
He condescendingly admonishes the hatemongers
Not astonishing, his reputation is a tad marred
Within the confines of a society he's at odds with

Back at the lab, he falls asleep to a goddess
Opining his peers build cars, as he's building starships
He retorts that that's nonsense, they just fail to understand
The depth of a human metamorphisis

Take the cocoon from which emerged a moth
Inside the larva turned into soup, that miraculously
Still stores data, now you see why I withdraw
Into the studio to release the songs that they explore later

At the precipice of defeat, across from
Victory, chased by enemies, no choice, he has to leap
Contrary to what the media propels
These miracles are expensive while disaster is cheap

Lone walks through the post-traumatic dreamscapes
And virtual realities gave him a hint that he's trained in inception
So he plants thoughts of expansion
In the minds of the beautiful souls that enchanted him

Those who didn't judge even though they understand him
If so inclined, make for viable companions
Those who want, find a way, others make an excuse
The lowest among them busy formulating a ruse

As to how they disable themselves relating to truth
Bashing whistleblowers uncovering blatant abuse
They celebrate mediocrity, hate what challenges
Their intelligence, what am I even saying to you? Huh?

What's there to see but everyone for himself
Nevertheless, he has never needed a reason to help
You don't believe in his dreams? May you have fortune with yours
If people ask him how you are, he won't answer no more

He's writing books in Alexandria, the one with the sword
On how the rift between reality and fantasy is actually
A phase-aligned jumphole to levels of thought
If you locate it in your mind, it might unravel your heart

But by the time his studies are published, he's moved on
Without giving comments on the coverage, the many of them
Judge it, without properly analyzing his points made
Cause they will say "this man knows how to disappoint fate"

Now his letters are relayed, to whoever accepts the parcel
Enclosed you find an old spellbook that has a portal
Incantation, wanna follow him, remember his songs
Because the person that you remember as Concrete Cee
- He is gone