Lyrics:

Well I guess I lost this round
The mountains have come down
I won't go where they go
Oh I'll be back around

The hits above the trees
And we stole our leaves
Come all the tides and tows
Will stand above the sea

Highs and lows
They're pits and lines
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

Then we taste the bitter end
And hunger life again
We take another turn
With our bare hand

Highs and low
They are pits and lines
On the ground that you stand
Flux and flow
And you fix your plans
Then you straighten your hand

Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

Rat race, ready, set go
My heavy step's slow
But I'm first at the finish line
Simply 'cause I never left home

I'm a rock, man-megadeath
That's key-treble clef lead
Better yet just be
Let 'em see how your get your fresh

How you get free, how you shake 'em
Epilepsy with that Etch-A-Sketch scenes
Then remake 'em
Show 'em how you blend without breaking

Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow
Flux and flow

Flux, and fix your plans
On the ground that you stand
And you fix your plans
Then trade in your hand