Well, I guess I lost this round The mountains have come down I won’t go where they go No, I’ll be back around With our heads above the trees And the storm at our knees Come all the tides and tows We’ll stand above the sea Highs and Lows There are pits and lands On the ground that you stand So flux and flow Flux and flow When, we taste the bitter end And hunger life again We take another turn With a better hand Highs and Lows There are pits and lands On the ground that you stand Flux and flow And you fix your plans Then you trade in your hand So flux and flow Flux and flow Flux and flow Flux and flow In the rat race, ready, set, go Now I’m a step slow But I’m first at the finish line Simply cuz I never left home I’m a rock, man-megadeath That’s key-treble clef lead Better yet just be Let ‘em see how you get your fresh How you get your free How you shake ‘em Epilepsy with that etch-a-sketch scenes Then remake ‘em Show ‘em how you bend without breakin’ Flux and flow Flux and flow Flux and flow Flux and flow There are pits and lands On the ground that you stand And you fix your plans Then you trade in your hand