[Thurston] Flipped on my perceptive cogs Checked in with the future gods For melodies of bees and hogs Start my day the perfect way Burned a batch of mazzy funk Poor girl noise and choke style punk Clapped it on and off I slunk To the streamXsonik subway First I need my iris scanned As I smell the breeze of electric tin W/ purple lights I'm motioned in Wink the gain to minus 10 Fell asleep and missed my stop Got rousted by a low-beam cop Got a ticket-patch for ilicit flop Then froze me with his jesus gun That don't mean I'm shot down yet The glow below of the whisper jet It all means so much to us We dream below the rainbows rust Clippen on my streetmatik clogs Pushed thru the hyped-out fervent fogs Found my way with sensoid jogs New radio structure State my name and locus frame Paid the price for crashing fame The apprentice sparks his initial flame The printout says "further" Antique minds with rivered hair StreamXsonik subway fare Stay in touch with electric dear Our lightmap eyes together