It’s lost a time to lye   Into his world you climb   A crossing has its high   It’s orientation time   Delights to dance or die   Some others pain to try   Smoke tricks the slave men die   It’s orientation time      Distance lays shifted eyes   Crossed mountain off the sly   From lips once bitten time   It’s orientation time   So lost the time to try   All of my life boxed time   Raw voice in reason chimes   Disorientations      Bleeding eyes don't see it   It's luring it, don't warn it      Feelings feel like blood    Underneath the homicide   Underneath the blood   From the ugly underside of…