[Verse 1: Time]
Pick yourself up off that Montauk beach
I'm sure your origami frown earned every crease
If you don't ever spread those wings you'll never reach
Those great heights you seek, fly don't preach
Surrounded by bulging eyes and bloated bodies
The oil in your wings looks like expired coffee
Your body wasn't meant for twice used syringes
You are needed, you are not the future's appendix
Remember the one's who wear masks possess smiles that are fake
They'll hold your hand and will be the first to tie you to the stake
Break those chains your mouth made, you're a flying funeral pyre
There's truth in your eyes, i hope your tail burns the mouth of all the liars
Your wings make the sun jealous, your breath melted all of Saturn's snow
Rise up out of the Ganges, and kill all of the rapists before you go
Are your ashes made of bodies or burned books?
You said see for yourself but i'd be blinded if i looked

[Hook: Time]
Pick yourself up off that beach phoenix
Pick yourself up off that beach i mean it
Pick yourself up you will fly again
Even if you pick yourself up just to die again
No matter who wins or loses life clashes
Eventually everything will return to ashes
Death, decay, maggots, whatever..,
Who really cares, ideas live forever
[Verse 2: Time]
In the winter do phoenixes spread their wings and fly south?
Is that a nest or a coffin? there's a corpse in your mouth
My tongue's a shovel, i speak 6 feet deep
Am i talking to the dead? or do you keep your eyes open when you sleep
Beautiful statue, i'm sorry Medusa looked at you
The truth doesn't matter cause on this planet it's taboo
Is this the rough draft or is this fantasy final?
I need the down of a phoenix to resurrect the black rhino
They wanna spray paint you gold and turn into clay
Then mold you into a calf and worship you all day
I like your far away stare, it takes experience to earn it
I gave you my list of regrets, you put it in your stomach called furnace
Your nest is the earth, what's inside of those eggs?
You say it's the void, a black hole with legs
Is it true that a phoenix outlives 9 ravens?
Your wings could take out atlas and make the constellations cave in
The satellites all surround, an electric tear falls
The static from your wings short circuits and dissolves them all
What's the meaning of thought? why do we have discussions?
She says unravel your DNA, burn your ego into nothing
Are your ashes made out of burned books or people?
She say everything's carbon, all illusions are equal

[Hook: Time]
Pick yourself up off that beach phoenix
Pick yourself up off that beach i mean it
Pick yourself up you will fly again
Even if you pick yourself up just to die again
No matter who wins or loses life clashes
Eventually everything will return to ashes
Death, decay, maggots, whatever..,
Who really cares, ideas live forever