(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