[Verse 1] Incense in a dorm room Ash on the math book Mama said pray, I took a long look Buddha on a keychain Hanging from the rearview Cussing at the traffic like it’s all you Scrolling through sutras on a cracked phone screen Tabs of philosophy and nicotine Trying to meditate between the pings Mind doing backflips, same old things [Chorus] I just wanna sit still, be silent inside Enlightenment in a mosh pit, peace in the riot Halo on a hoodie, mud on my Nikes Searching for forever in these late-night crises I just wanna float once, get off this ride Turn all of my chaos into a slow tide If there’s a heaven in my head, let it finally speak I’m tryna find that endless, that endless peace [Verse 2] Therapy on Tuesday Stage dive Friday Preacher on the corner saying “there’s one way” But I hear trumpets In the subway echo Old man busking like a tired echo Tattoo on my wrist says “let that go” Still gripping every grudge like a lifeboat Friends getting faded in the back row seats I’m sipping on water, sweating through the beat [Chorus] I just wanna sit still, be silent inside Enlightenment in a mosh pit, peace in the riot Halo on a hoodie, mud on my Nikes Searching for forever in these late-night crises I just wanna float once, get off this ride Turn all of my chaos into a slow tide If there’s a heaven in my head, let it finally speak I’m tryna find that endless, that endless peace [Bridge] [Band drops to soft jazz groove] Streetlamp circle, breathing in slow Friends talk loud, I’m letting it go Laugh cuts through like a folk song, warm For a second I’m present in the storm (yeah) Maybe it’s not some mountain top Maybe it’s this bus stop, fears that stop Sharing cheap fries, scar stories, loose teeth Little sacred moments in between beats [Chorus] I just wanna sit still, be silent inside Enlightenment in a mosh pit, peace in the riot Halo on a hoodie, mud on my Nikes Searching for forever in these late-night crises I just wanna float once, get off this ride Turn all of my chaos into a slow tide If there’s a heaven in my head, let it finally speak Till every broken piece Rests in that endless, that endless peace

rap, Emo-trap meets alternative hip hop with male vocals: hazy guitars over swung 808s, distant horn stabs and subtle ska upstrokes on the off-beat. Verses stay confessional and close-mic’d; hook explodes with distorted folk-rock strums, chanty gang vocals, and a roomy snare. Bridge leans into woozy jazz chords, bass walking under a half-time beat before the final chorus slams back in., alternative hip hop, folk rock, ska, hip hop, jazz, alternative rock, emo

Lotus in the Mosh Pit