I'm floating in space
Can't feel my face
Whatever that was, it must've been laced
Looking around, who's in this place
All I can see are some VHS tapes
Bucky O'Hare, Mega Man's there
Then they all turn, grin, chuckle and stare
Lookin at me, suddenly less free
Is there anyone out there to answer my plea?
I couldn't see, any of my dudes
Kinda rude to leave a dude so screwed
The tapes advance, one starts to speak
“Give us your pants or we'll make you weak”
What the f** is this? Raped by VHS?
I never planned to try an*l s**
I went to run but fell through reality
Into a whole new type of mentality
Caves
f**ed up in a Cave
Trippin balls, locked in bathroom stalls
Lookin in the mirror as my face falls
Trippin out, now I'm a trout
I need to take a different route
Why in the world do I do this to myself?
Gotta learn to leave the d** on the shelf
(Sample: Humility is part of the learning process... I break you down, then I build you back.)
True, I'm learning, though yearning
For that perfect feeling that I ain't earning
Childhood missing, it's long gone
And songs draw on yawns at dawn
Always bored, that's why I get floored
Still tripping, but the mental's ignored
It's just confusing cerebral shots
Wacked out sh**, random thoughts
Random thoughts whilst stricken bots
s** on my dickens and tater tots
Later slots, I'm escaping again
Turn into vapor and race up a vent
Then a piece of paper hit this man
It stuck to me like it had a plan
s**ed me in, smashed life span
Now I'm one dimension less than planned
Caves
f**ed up in a Cave