First Verse:
While my mind's runed in to my tunes I'll use IQ multiplied by Pi cubed
My life view's getting scribed through too to my cue and my mood fine tuning
I'm Zen tiding and head vibing in shred timing in wind I wind
Ever since Zed died: it's been a red tide in a dead line and kin think I mind
Yet I'm synchronized. And to think I rise. I'm preparing for a paradigm shift
I'm flailing adrift in a rarified lift. I'm barely baring all this and aware of my gift
Yeah, I'm the Nitro maestro. Alright yo. I might grow quite slow but they trail quick. Fail this!
Yo, if you're voting for hope or real potent musical notes then I'm guessing I nailed: Impaled it!
While I sip chai tea apply my chi to the high bright weaving lightning streaming at night speed and at light speed. I'll be light breathing., easy
And I implore to keep peace. Yet what is the Epiphany?
Like a simile repeated he's screaming free. This is Life! Witness the Mystery
Refrain:
(T. Ross): What are you doing? Are you getting Tuned In?
What are you doing? Are you getting Tuned In?
Second Verse:
My function's motivated. I'm so elated. My code's in anger. My role's endangered
Stark fiends. Paused dreams; Dark aims; Card games. Sardines caught deep; Shark tank;
Sharp Fangs
I'm only a sick poet alone with a gift. I flow in a mist and I'll throw in a twist
Blowing the piff my ring of smoke rolled and folded slowly up into a Mobius Strip. I know it exists!
In my brain is a stage. In my face is a cage. I'm embracing a daze while I'm tracing a maze
And engaged in amazing abrasive displays. Pages of strangeness Emblazoned with Rage!
Chasing malaise; I'm encased in a phase. Stained with abrasions. I'm making my payments
And breaking my chain. They take statements in vain and I stay in my lane and my frame is ablaze!
In place of arranging I'm changing the stage to Blue Onyx; Neutronix
Who want it? The New Sonic. It's too bomb and It's too Chronic
Making you Furious. I'll peer in your soul then disappear in a whole mysterious
Veil of smoke. I'm feeling mystic, lifted. Twisted, gifted, Rifted; even
Got my modus in tuning and It's always improving
What's that you're doing? Are you getting Tuned In?
Refrain
Acapella Outro:
Truth can occupy your lives, arrive and prophesize a rise
Modify your eyes: optimize your mind
I hold my tone all alone on a Throne of stones
A chain of dreams linked in a vague unreal theme weaving the make believe
The exterior's peeling a theory of meaning revealing the veiled demons
Is it feeling unreal? Concealed in a seal, is it healing a failed reason?
Some keep changing. Some are made up of angles: or strange angels in Cages
Do you even feel real? The range arranges. He tames chains with flavor: escaping the Matrix
This is a Glorious forum. Euphoria's boring. It isn't worth forming a war for a bordered emporium
More of our warriors are born in a horrible, morbid and mortal memoriam
Dissolved in a cauldron; absolving the sum: you evolve. You could fall a one of one
Involved in it all and absolved in a call., the wall could come undone