It rained on my birthday That, I remember Just a cold morning In early November That memories embedded With all that I lost The tone for my life My wires crossed My gun’s in the ashtray I’m on cruise control A backseat rider You’re about to get rolled Here’s my gift for the heavens It’s gold plated lead You can fly through the storm clouds Now that you're dead Take from the Earth The ocean and land Drain all the rivers Tears from the sand Draw the distance What do you see? A mirror reflecting All the prophesies? Surrounded by enemies My weapon’s in hand Still, it makes no difference I know I’ll withstand These masks are just numbers No wrath, no terror I woke from the thunder In my home, math & error