Lyrics:

Take the lowest common denominator, The tiniest grain of sand. Like the first digit of our fingers Points back to the whole hand. Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle The catalyst or the detonator The place where it all again The bottom floor of the elevator, The grandfather of the middleman. Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle Waxing givers Slip between the sheets of minds. Rosetta stone Like the skeleton Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle