When he burst into his love just like any other cosmic debris
Can there be some stability in the face of ambiguity?
Now all those little jerks that have infested the knee
Like little lemmings marching into the sea

Picked up a scalpel
Just to cut to the chase
An enigmatic cycle of duality’s grace

And all those mysteries they
Escape from his weary head
Just like a tapestry they
Hide in plain sight in his bed
Ascending and Descending
M.C.’s done it again
It never ends

Got out of the map and then out of his depth navigating terrain
(Broke out of his cellophane)
And those symbols and patterns confuse ‘cause some things cannot be explained
(It’s ok to stand there in awe)

Picked up a scalpel
Just to cut to the chase
An enigmatic cycle of duality’s grace

And all those mysteries they
Escape from his weary head
Just like a tapestry they
Hide in plain sight in his bed
Ascending and Descending
M.C.’s done it again
It never ends

And all those mysteries they
Escape from his weary head
Just like a tapestry they
Hide in plain sight in his bed
Ascending and Descending
M.C.’s done it again
No, no, no it never ends

(Welcome to the Enigma World)
Future retrospections
(Welcome to the Enigma World)
Did he lose the thread?
(And all those mysteries escape from his head)
(Welcome to the Enigma World)
Sutured imperfections
(They keep on hiding in plain sight in his bed)
(Welcome to the Enigma World)
Sleeping in his bed