Nuttkase - Title Track (Intro) lyrics

[Stanza] What will be? No-- What is it? New escape, new drip-drip-drip Slipping; meditative trip Terrestrial grip squeezing Whatever's left is seeping Out of cracks and crevices Is that the truth I taste and smell? A concoction of sorts It's vomit, of course Poisoning the flesh The rest remains obscure Such a puzzling thought To think what was, wasn't reality at all So what is? What is it? I ask again A locked bedroom in a dark house? Too bright, the outside Family steps out Out from behind a cracked window Venting my perceived unenlightenment Expressing my whatever [Verse] Expressing my whatever; my thoughts are never together An unorganized uprising, scheduled under stormy weather And yet, that's the jazz of it all The bebop, fusion, free, swing, and rap of it all Always happy to call your bluff. Your magic is flawed Your illusion ain't confusing or distracting me at all Even though it's obvious "all" and "all" don't go together Repeating my scheme, while expressing my whatever