It's a white zin whine bottle afternoon
For the egomaniacal mad hat platoon
Breathing in the breeze and the gaseous fumes
Pretending I was knee deep in the lily pad lagoon
I'm on that momentary amnesia tip
Soles dug into the dirt ready for a Pangaea split
Sangria tint bleeding 'cross the milieu
I'm blocking all banter like "let's talk for real, dude"
Where my sirens at? The tire tracks left the
Briar patch and headed straight for a cybercast
All the war riders donned an iron mask
But accidentally slipped they secrets through the wiretaps
Yep. sh**s a b**h ain't it
When the rapture don't seem as potent when you dictate it
Which way is which, wanna play a Daedalus
But the ideas are stale in the age of the plagiarists
It was one of G.T'.'s burgundy whine bottle eves
Poured some drops for the d**h of idolatry
Watched the wonders morph to mind boggling
On the crowded stoop of the Hives colony
We, the yet to be tested
Gen X kids with Dreams and Clean Weapons
Raised by fear mongers and the television screen
It's a break down thing when the Jellyfish convene
Ciphering like it's an ancient ritual
As the trickling twilight paints us indigo
I remember when the aim for the 5 mics
Changed and shifted to us strangling zeitgeists
The long views easier to see with my eyes closed
Every mishap's a Venus de Milo
To the audience at the Elysian sideshow
Who've yet to be tainted by the ether of high hopes
Say that it's so, make me a mold of what's right
Take my soul out this cage into flight
It's a blush whine bottle night with blind troglodytes
Crawling out of Plato's cave, here to infiltrate the database
I've been grinding on getting my anger straight
‘cause I know I'm scared sh**less beneath my hater face
Stray a gaze into the mirror; damn it's been a while
I can see the effects of my vices in my smile
Miles on the odometer with the urban Iditarod
Where divinity's squandered in the churches and synagogues
I'm oddly tilted but I flash fluorescent
My glow casts impressions on a waxing crescent
Flick a tongue and its taxicab confessions
Investing no faith in the cats elected
Zonked out, I stood with my brethren
Who said back in the day when he looked to the heavens
He'd search for the savior to come and reclaim his crown
But waits for nuclear bombs and spaceships now
Say that it's so, make me a mold of what's right
Take my soul out this cage into flight
It's a whatever keeps this high dawn
I'm outside bathing in the cosmic krylon
Stringing my gasping laughs to the bygones
The sun's all that's left to rely on
Slow waltzing with the swirling orbs
Slurring the ideals we've been hurting for
Sang of transience in our acapellas
With so much soul that the Gods were jealous
Often tell it like it should be, love
If I need a bit of advice then the mantras will hook me up
The day can be ruthless so I understand your costumes
But don't sweat it fam I got you
Maybe I mastered the fluxuating
Maybe I get it, or maybe I'm just escaping
I don't know how to deal with that sh**
But I can't sleep until this feeling pa**es