magician with a diction to dig in your skull and chain-react a maniac that moves your brain to pick apart and break the atom if Einstein picked up a pen and started writing songs say I'm that, reincarnated with a hang of rapping crazy antics have your whole soul wired known by being Edgar Allan Poe's ghostwriter the flow's tighter than choking your throat with the hole of rope by it and holding it close until both eyes shut it's suicidal but illuminating to find you never lived or died'll be a rude awakening I pull the fake skin off and I lose patience I'm not insane at all unless you say I'm crazy, dog it's too blatant; this digital simulation is distant but in your way every minute and every day spent wonder what if and how it'll come stumbling up to say this feel it rubbing against your faces delivering medication in my illustrations and lyrical cadence, composing all these symphonies trapped in a syllable sequence I leave the machine sleeping and travel the deep pits of the galaxy when I'm dreaming DMT drips into my damn pineal gland and the puzzle-board seems fixed We're deep in and so alive and don't know it, right? And this is how you poke the eyes of a Poltergeist... This is how you poke the eyes of a Poltergeist...

life is like a silent movie gazing on your glasses actin' while I hit a J with Charlie Chaplin I'm calling Alice; dropping acid in this wonderland of hearts and fragments star-dust across the walls and grasses nature's got a thing for the glitter and gold intimate flow in the river seeing if I can float to the bottom; so cool and solumn melancholic when it swallows me and it's getting erotic ripping and riding through the tide and swimming atop it spinning a moshpit with a bit of an optic illusion, delusion; grooving to music using this movement to move me right through this... Mind Trip (x4) trapping a poltergeist beneath frozen ice throwing dice in an old gold-stoned chalice with foldgers right in it, and drinking to keep me awake got a thing for the early morning peaceful arrange- ment; cheap dates with me and my alter-ego staring through the door ever since I saw the peephole the whole scenes reminiscent of a dream-show everyone's asleep and I'm the kid that's gunna' scream, though beast-mode with a beat molded inside of my death grip writing a message; trying to get in and reap/sow, tie up the dead-ends holding it down, analyzing the scales like staring at the side of a dead fish It's like that, like this, and like that... (Hook)

the cup was half-empty now it's overflowing into a flood and passing me on a sleeperwave of love until I'm drowning to the floor I'm bowing to allure as I run this glass city if it ever shatters then I'll put it back together wouldn't have to weather a disaster because Heaven took me at the feather by the wing and the throat, and we sang at the coast leaving these notes lingering into the seemingly broke weak and alone; replicated Atlantis painted the canvas with a better way to contaminate the blank page and melt away in the damage and withstand forever's way to re-animate Love, live, life 'til it's over Love, live, life 'til it's over, yeah (x2) caught up in the undertow and swimming to the bottom wrapping his arms around the hope of getting to the top, but he's caught up and content with everything settling down within every dose of the memories left in his head to Be (now) (x2) I synthesize a frequency and send it to my listeners and let the bed of knives become an energizer integer whole again, filing the hole that sat beneath your rib-cage from the switchblade to the hand that feeds your intake but leaves you dead; sucking the life through the blood of your veins mumbling under the rain cloud, mud, and terrain what is insane? sane? tell me what if the brain's a mechanical animation we use to project imagination (Chorus) (Hook) x2 I don't ever want to leave it's home, heavenly; soul heavily in those melodies lost in the vibe; I'm gone, intertwined light off in the sky, but it's all in my mind (x2) (Hook) (Bridge) (Hook) (Bridge)

pin me to your fucking cross and turn my words into slurred verses curses, disturbed worship church-hearse'd worthlessness 'cause I am nothing and everything just as you... I rock a halo and a shattered bong vagabond playing hot potato with an atom bomb sat upon the gallows in a hazy mist of blackened fog brainless and dangling with a paper filled with wacky songs they're sleep-walking and free-falling pulling the metal lever down, decapitating me on a diseased carpet smile in their faces, let retaliation fade away scattering my Adam's apple after saying Saving Grace I wear this jacket made of razorblades but, never play the game and I stay a pacifist awaiting grey paving the way and escaping this haven I'm draining my patience, praying to Ravens and making my way in to the void, ripping the portal open and diving through the density of light where gloom just sits inside its tomb Jimi Hendrix sheets, and a box of shrooms exiting my body saying that they know not what they do I'm still tongue kissing with the blind-eyed zeitgeist clinging to her wings like, "there is more than here for me. Show me all there is to see there's a war inside their skulls; I'm the only one who knows it is a dream. lucid movement I groove in pulling these foolish nuisances too quick (who's this?) everyone your brain can ever conjure up digging in your psyche with a pencil and a lot of fuss and I'm living in Nirvana right now... I'm breaking down the metal doors and lockets in your mind (wait) taking out the empty form that's got you in a lie (hate) this is programming to your auditory system magick encrypted within to fix your mind, you're forced to listen will you give your soul and live in fear of authority's limits telling you what to think to project it all in your vision? do you believe what you believe because somebody told you to or not? it's overdue and you know the truth is molded in a knot Saw 3 horror scene flick travel deeper than an LSD trip you are your own prison; Heaven and Hell deathbed or excelling energy bell ringing to the depths of your spells the author and painter walking animated and honestly making depression and praying for lots of peace I'm here to give you back the power that you bottled in your vodka drink cigarettes, and political party team (Hook)

overly driven, controlling the system with rhymes choking division to pry open a schism schizophrenic inner-essence mirrors get ripped through when I kick the message irradescent, see-through invisible force criminal lord taking like every bit of your thoughts in my fist like I'm gripping a cord use Shakespeare's pen for poetry when I'm sitting here, bored my umbilical torn when I pulled the scissors and swords and asked my mother what this birth certificate's for saw the madness and wrong-hand action pulled it apart and figured out a Strawman can't live rap kid more zen than Buddha on a mountain-top but, shocking like the movement of a thousand watts leaving you frozen like a compact scratched disk fantastic, delivering all that magic and that's it; dragging the back of your skull to the rapture of pacifist souls in a cavern unknown washing perception similar to Aldous, I know this is enough to make you question every "fact" that you've known every thought that you've thought every step that you've walked every word that you've spoke everything Dad and Mom wouldn't show Anarchy... not in the U.S not in the U.K, all up in your mindstate

embellishing the medicine, synthetic engineering 'til the cellular division leaves you heading to the ceiling bending everything within your head and interfering the demon eats your body 'til you shed your skin-appearance beautiful is ugly; genius is stupidity invisibility's cheap suit is getting weak setting free the machinery's soul but leaving a note to keep in its whole deviant prose I would keep it as whole instead of dis-easing this keeper, a home that we live alone, connected through immediate flow everyday is like the Butterfly Effect and nothing sweet to keep consuming like a hungry diabetic Shutter Island; pulling the straitjacketed / medicine cabinet consumerists into fucking hiding we don't need no medication we just need a better day spent We don't need no medication (x3) Hey, hey, leave those kids alone picking bones from the pit of lost ones pendulum-swing to this little song but it isn't all done; the rabbit-hole's deeper than a critter crawling right in a coffin like six-feet full of skeletons and empty skull-bones fallen angels that went but never gone home living in a false glow lit up on a dark road cut the image through the middle and dissolve slow distractions provoking sickness and madness bolted into your fascist soul-dismissive reaction give yourself to your doctor for prescription profit from toxic intervention swallowing pills and dying to the physics of manipulation advertising 'cause you feel sick You don't need no medication You just need a better day spent (Hook) (Cryptic Wisdom): We live in the dark, are taught to have feared fight And the superior power is to appear right Telling us all we're hanging for dear life And we need this, need that for cure, right And the masses are so damn hooked Nevermore do we look at the facts or read a book It's all force fed through convenience And the parents are letting it happen, no lenience I was one of the kids that never functioned At least to society's terms, I said fuck this Was using drugs and heavy medication But none of it was ever pure as the meditation You ain't crazy, just shut em all out Scream, shout and tear every wall down You and me are the same, it's all one And as soon as you know that it's true, the pain numbs (Hook) x2

sing your song one to the two to the three to the four-door deathcab, thumbs up, driver-seat ghost with his head back (get that?) skydivers and dreamers, nightsky in the ether eye blind to the reaper when he rides by in a beamer blazing a fucking stoagie flossing his paper under his goatee, yelling out "hater" and cutting so deep into your abyss until you dig another hole (now) your edges getting pinned to suck the middle of your soul ripping apart with a scissor with darkened residue sharp as credible zombie shreddin' tools and hard as metal boots stomping upon your vision; marked as fiction sitting in a coffin with your heart imprisoned all aboard the art of listening to the radio dropping their magick and then departing on their mission zombie neck-bite; they're craving the blood mind-controlling the fountain of youth, drinking it up 'til the water's unclean with the mud seemingly dry, hollow, and increasingly stuck in a blank state; half-empty hearing the echo of my last penny hit the bottom to this sad ending Can't feel me? Tell me why these horrible rappers never told you about the Law of Attraction It's like philosophy; Socrates with the knowledge deep inside the bottom of my mind, I seek nowhere except inside of me breaking down logic with the art of paradox and that's a lot to see I'm at the point of power in a thoughtless state dissolving way into the void until I'm gone and dazed So off the grid, soul partnership with the heart within; walking through the forrest with my Artemis sometimes I like to play the actor on the screen interacting with the dream, so I seem a little normal, usual; sleep like a sheep ain't no Kings tryna' reap everything you believe here Yeah, we here; yeah, we here we don't believe fear, use it to achieve here I said we here; yeah, we here we don't believe fear, use it to achieve here (Hook)

(Intro) life was missing vibrance in its iris when I'd bite her lip spittin image of a sick and dying spirit diving in the needle bed; and people said don't greet the dead but, it seems the fetish overrode their countless tries to get me right again speed pill for the upper vibe; sleep still but I'm numb inside another night of headache and medicated love to come alive digging six feet in the entry with this pretty shifty disease in my skin breathing and spreading infinitely I listen and greet this shadow with a warm welcome my heart fell in and sunk beneath a dark, hellish arc held together by Lucifer indeed I'd start selling my soul, but Truth is turning me to the angellic and selfless embellishing man held in this damn relic of non-dual eternity Take a hit and watch the paradoxes open up pull the sockets & the plugs that everybody's molded ta' Here I am, here I am at the window peering in, peering in but, soon, I may be kicking in, kicking in for sure, getting wreckless the glory and essence The Doors of Perception I'm putting holes in the fences breaking all I've invested to the floor 'til it dents in I'd dive in it, swimming pool that's kind of sick, vomiting can't find a fix and I'm fine with it, like a dead-man walking: Living Proof R.I.P to the man, for real Can't catch me slipping, banana peel I slam the breaks and I jam the wheel I break it down and then re-build taking out the whole bag of pills rap to kill, laughing still ya'll fancy, all I got is ripped jeans, empty pockets, faith, but damn, I'm chill millionaire inside of my mind, no need to floss it, though I've got my moral code, my laws here that I call my own I'm so far gone, I know; but, I'm in proximity when I start to flow you feel it, seal it, conceal the words up in the heart fo' sho' I'm on a roll, and I ain't talking butter I was the runner-up, but now I just one-upped the runner That's Super Mario; I'm dodging ghosts and shit beating down these heathens with a bloody red and swollen fist (hook)