we skipped past harare
and landed in the beast
with fingers on the trigger
and nikes on my feet
contrast to the rhythm
we left them in the streets
now failing towards the past
my antiquity
we skipped past harare
and landed in the beast
with fingers on the trigger
my confidence is key
I wish I had more paper
I wish I was made of oil
with fingers on the trigger
my confidence is foiled
discover a new fear while standing 10 ft tall
I want to be calm like confidence - I wish I had it all
we tossed in the air - we lost it in the sun
now there's nothing left to hold - oh what has confidence become
oh what has confidence become - oh what has confidence become