I stare vacantly tracing off into the setting sun Jettison the beat the accapella rock it steady son Drop the s out of swordplay, trace the lines with shifting tongue Slung the stick over the shoulder in the end the grifter won Mogomra haunt dreams or at least the cathode bath track visuals Of a midnite madness laugh track blasting backwards hacking syllables In a land i walk, wanted, waiting on wasted rituals Where the harvest moon sinks, the pixelation marks the fictional And i'm splitting hairs, over the use of sacred elements Jump on the dick f**s who think that cream is the only relevance Spelling bee level settlements peddle paraiahs and petty prophets Prostituting their ignorance, blackholing their cosmic process And i'm lost in this, lost in concience constant instinct Dialate the dots i'm lost in thought until the lids blink Lost in sterilyzed break sequence halos 6 step fluid Lost in psykotic linoleum ancient station wasted ruins When the breeze blows cold (i'll be frozen in skipped reality) Lace the infastructure out, but yet i'm lost what could my pallette be I am a formality of mallady, maladjustment ma** produced Boxcar child management just let me help you tie the noose A little tighter, easy there, don't wanna cut of da circulation Otherwise the octoscopic octobots meet activation Android oddessy offers me no salvation (why?) Cuz the d**h of frankie eyelashes was only concept in midcreation In a cross time lost mind, lapse over broken symmetry The synesthesic open motion focus caught in the patch of imagery I disconnect my thoughts, disjoint mechanized wing counterfeit My counterpoint to this was never found but still i'm drowning this Living dead rise break bread with bleeding beurocrats
Who will eat their young live (yo,wait a minute what was that?) But still i motivate the crowd like in need of a f**in handout Like hands outstretched when you captivete, STANDOUT!!! (ch) You better come back to that place where it all started Capture feeze frame caption encased in a gla** carton I can cart away my problems, but yo, i never got the wagon Cuz time time keeps on slippin but still my knuckles keep on draggin And you never come back to that place that you long forgotten Slept on time and rept design lost in the monsters rotten And i can clear my peace of mind, but still i can't erase the notion That somewhere along the line I lost the fight with forward motion (x2) {606 meets dawn,... pleased to meet you} {unfortunate for me its time for me to enter see through} {little nemo dreams peacefully with a pistol grip on his scepter} {while decepticon logos emboss the domepiece of dr.lecter} {i am the hannibal barbarra cannibal mandible jaw blitzkreiger} {twist words at gunpoint, (got silver bullet from bob seger)} {theres a reason i exist, its to blow heads like it's full metal} {the jackets included, but you got gank it from burt reynolds} (ch) You better come back to that place where it all started Capture feeze frame caption encased in a gla** carton I can cart away my problems, but yo, i never got the wagon Cuz time time keeps on slippin but still my knuckles keep on draggin And you never come back to that place that you long forgotten Slept on time and rept design lost in the monsters rotten And i can clear my peace of mind, but still i can't erase the notion That somewhere along the line I lost the fight with forward motion (x2)