Some older, weird shit.


I’m out of my mind, comin with a pseudo-intergalactic rhyme
It’s spanning timezones and continents to reach you currently
Look deep inside my subconscious and see what’s erkin me…

I’m punctually functioning as these cogs are rupturing
An anatomic disease has spread like wild fire lyrically
It’s all ability, unknowingly flowing from the densest seas
The world is on pens and needles; it’s like bins of ether
It’s begun to boil; existence is nothin more than utter turmoil
Swirling transgression is a plateau for another man’s blessin
It’s under hand confessin like FBI agents steady band pressin
Now it’s difficult to tell friend from foe, Curly from Moe
Every stooge will lose if dealt the wrong hand in space and time
No more lacin rhymes, the axis is spinning and I’m wastin mine
Stability is a fear to me, no longer marring those dear to me
If it’s clear to me, then what would it take to be a real entity
Plainly this is insanely nothin more than pain we must endure
…Take it on the chin, a opportunity like this may never knock again