Talking :
There are times., when I find myself, transfixed by a shadow on the wall.,
Or the splashing of water against a stone
I stare at it. The hours pa**. The world around me drops away
Replaced by worlds being created and destroyed by my imagination
A way to focus the mind
First Verse:
Imagine being trapped in fabric; static til the world ends.,
You would be repeating cycles while deciphering the portends
Re recycling misfortunes. They aren't frightening a rebel
Setting Electronic fire life like lightning striking metal
I am lively and unsettled. All while finding different planes in
This place and spacious basins. Give or take a little patience
Doom is all illuminating consuming illusions breaking
Delusional movements. Making moods, intaking nuisance. Hey
I'm moving institutions. With my heavy headed ever present
Semi tense uncensored presence. Medley vetted evanescence
Levied, levelled, un-centered. Steady impressive. Catch a riff
It's the genesis of the precipice. I will exit this, and make an Exodus
Hook:
I'm Lucid Waking too. Rubik's making Cubes
Duplicating moves; Breaking Rules
I'm Lucid Waking too. Rubik's making Cubes
Duplicating moves; Breaking Rules. (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Second Verse:
The gra** blows in the wind. You hear the storm. It's on the ground
It's astounding it abounds around; more thunderous sounds
It's weird like I was barely born. I can see it twisted: it's frail and torn
The scene is vivid and rare in form. The breeze is rigid and the air is warm
My insecurities clearly steering me wearily veering me eerily
Do you mirror me? Hearing me verily? Can you feel the sincerity?
Here in the cavernous gap with an apple attached. It's Lazarus wrapped in an abacus trapped
I'm alive and I'm striving; thriving; surviving: surmising a rise. No surprise I'm arriving
In ya Fing Node. Then ya implode. Stretching slow. Letting go
I'm synching with emissions. I ain't tripping. b**h, I'm gl-gl-gl-glitching
I get high I go low. Yo, when your roots close
Can you find the loop holes? Who knows?
Hook