(You find that consciousness does alter, and then you find the universe alters. Which of course is inevitable because the only universe you know is the universe in your consciousness. So this is kind of confusing for some people.)
Viles smash, then trails splash smocks
I got Koolaid to test for the lamb flock
Ancient astronaut in a plant pod
My planet lacking water sources like I was landlocked
Perform rituals on virgins like letting the fans watch
I start a church like Anton
I pop skittles and let the jam rock
Jam's hot, but all the other chumps in stash spots
My eyes are like two dying suns
King of this empire
With plague villages smiling and flies on gums
I'm in the hut like a wasp impaled on mud
A cygon blunt
Python touch mics, icons crushed
Getting high on d**, cut lines on slits
f** right party, line on love
(We studied most of the schools of consciousness alteration. The difference is time, tradition, they used d** to alter consciousness. He knew more about that than anybody.)
Yo
Well bottom cold flow, I'm basking
I'm in that crab bin
You ain't in the circle and I'm not drafting
Resuscitating fetuses dumped in trash bins
Raising and army up in Manhattan
And bringing them back
And look I haven't made it
With serial k**er fascinations 'cause I'm manic
With d**h I'm fascinated
Scars in my palm, squeezing gla** into my fist aggravated
Mom and Dad won't hate it
The fact they leaped from 50 stories left the closed casket vacant
I leave stages looking like aliens crashed the spaceship
Ork nak ak nor eek
Yeah the vans Bundy
Ted buggy
Insult the stands til the fans rush me
Making music to touch the youth like Sandusky
I knew she was the one, I watched her from a car window crack
Went in her crib and sat
On her bed and watched her take a nap
I didn't touch, but later I've been detached
They don't understand how much I loved them enough to stuff them under my back porch with no strings attached
The car ride is awkward
When it's a corpse I'm trying to talk to her
She's just staring through me, I feel like I'm forcing her