Verse 1:

And all in all I guess everything is everything

Yea, I'm on it til the death of me

The recipe that rests in me is self-less indemnity

I'm sick of all this brevity, it was pleasant first but now it's leprosy

Spreading to the heads dressed as lethargy

Though so many put us on that pedestal of revelry

Credibly my specialty's the weaponry of melodies

Second best get Kennedied, they head to me dreadfully

These Rebels get to running check the level of the pedigree

But still something missing

I can't call it, nor make a decision, it's like an itch when

It must be scratched, but the rash'll spread

Walking that tightrope, only it's half a thread

But that mind know, and in the back said

Just be the first to battle, and the last bled

So I'm first here, and the last fled

I keep my head up and never back tread

Even when I'm in that Mood

Chorus:

Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, when my every thought is monophonic

My logic's to smoke 'til I'm cosmic, it's caustic, but

The chronic is harmonic to my conscience

It keeps the nonsense out my province

Since I'm in that Mood

Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that Mood

Verse 2:

Skewed views, being rude to the dude who's been

Here through all of it, YOU, Sol, YOU (Who?)

Who you refuse to pay dues to when dues due

Seeing Magenta like I'm fucking glued to Blue's Clues

Take it in, deep breath, and let the flu stew

Looking at myself like, who knew, answer back "You do"

Then I'ma need a huge clue

My mind ain't ready to let the truth loose

Not yet, probably need a offset

Roll up and smoke til it's foggy as a bog get

All by myself running octets

It's complex how my soul extend convex

To the most odd of expected prospects

Like one for all, but one neglecting one's progress

I don't get it now and guess I never will, I never been a thrill seeker

Content to murder these tracks and kill speakers in my Mood

Chorus:

Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, when my every thought is monophonic

My logic's to smoke 'til I'm cosmic, it's caustic, but

The chronic is harmonic to my conscience

It keeps the nonsense out my province

Since I'm in that Mood

Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that

Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that Mood