[Verse 1]

Lets start with the lead in the pencil’s tip

Held at a slight angle by my fingertips

And the pencil might dangle till I get a glimpse

Of the right angle to write scrambling sentences

Eraser marks over faint remarks

The midget in my brain who has a patriarch

Over the insecure glitches that pass through my mind

Some are stacked in the back, some will last as a rhyme

But what happens to forgotten thoughts?

Are they harbored on docks as homogenous globs

Or are the molecules docked and the particles stocked

Into file cabinets as articles locked away

My brain’s a basin for electric currents

Where skeptic surges are connected by symmetric circuits

That amplify down my spine as vibrations

Percussion of the body its own divine language

An Entropy of atoms is traveling

My heart’s metronome is a stepping stone

Till the music of my mind becomes textual

Feel the bass in my knuckles and wrist

Through the pencil to the paper, it’s a functional bliss

[Hook]

Zoom, Zoom, Zoom (x10)

[Verse 2- PopKey]

Guess he’s less skeptical in windowpane spectacles

A needlepoint veil has been lifted as I envision

Pockets full of lost hope

Stocked in the cosmos

Thoughts of aspiring scientists and their lab rats

Demons to the mad, insane

Equal on an astral plane

Reason why the paints blue

Picasso in the last phase

Souls sold into pulpits

Tolls go to the pope and

Since Constantine seen constant culprits

But a cactus mulch will still patch and poultice

What ancient peoples used to use to map the solstice

Same tools shake an orbital cycle

Pagan and martyrs revival

Pardon my mortally titled terms

But its morally vital I write viral bars

So I can beckon identity from the shining stars

Art cordially recited

You are formally invited

To zoom

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

At 3 AM I think I felt the earth turn

Felt time slither like an earthworm

Frisco marinated in streetlights

I Caught the earth spinning like a thief in the night

Usually he’s a mythical silhouette

Invisibly manifests, he sneakily pirouettes

The frequencies intercept, and each time you blink

He creeps by you think, the secret is in his step

He uses his control as a weapon

Carrying dufflebags filled with stolen perceptions

Plucked from our 5 senses

Mystery’s bouncer, white fences deny entrance

Lost in the moment he harmoniously motions

The solar system folds until he ornamentally orbits

He’s silent in hallways, find him in tall tales

He’s dormant in dorm rooms, he’s vibrant in yard sales

As inside jokes tip toe round globes

Engineered by the jeers of this nomads tone

Puppeteers body language from a programmed show

So our preconceived indecencies won’t stand out

Caught him in the shadows, I think he was self-conscious

I invited him to dinner he shook me he’s tectonic

He circles on the surface like nobody else on it

But I saw his cheeks blush, when the sun set. Bare flesh

Bruise when the moon lit, chafe when the air left, fade when I zoomed in