I’ve been riding on the back of the monster for far too long
And why do I still waste my time on juvenile bygone motifs?
The canopy I once inhabited rots behind me
I give it not a glance
And I have severed all the ties that bind me to I

It took years to find this new design
But i can see its terra firma in my sights

Touch down on this barren ground
I’ll call it home and from the dirt I’ll grow a brand new sound Yes I’ll start anew and strip it down to the bone if I have to
It makes no sense not to shed my skin
Here’s where I begin

At times I have found myself drowning in the shadows of the future giants
who keep trampling me beneath cacophonous feet
So now sick and tired of the harvest that I reap from this old earth of mine
I’m gonna wipe clean the slate
And carve my name on something greater than what I left behind

Taste me imbibe my wine
I think you’ll find that it’s much more refined
Do you like the décor?
Take a bigger piece
You’re dealing with a rather different beast
The adolescent a prototype
It’s taken time but the fruit’s now ripe
So I’ll cut the ribbon and lift the sheet
For here is someone I think you all should meet

It makes no sense not to shed my skin