No this is isn't G-Funk, this is just a beat

That i like to call Steampunk, made it in my sleep

I used to be a mean drunk, drinkin' like a tree trunk

Every other week, before

I found that magic mushrooms in a cup of tea

Is all i really need with two hits of Lsd

I must admit its been fun, rockin like a steampunk pirate on the sea

Can you see the parade rearrange all around you

Its all a game for the brain, thinkin' "How true!"

As soon as you think there's no round two

Here comes something new, out of the blue

In and around you

Count to infinity plus one

When you finish you will get the chance to walk with us, son

Bus 1-0-6-0-6 wants to take you to a place full of schitzo pricks

The acid makes me really placcid

Makes my willy flaccid, takes a silly bastard

To take a silly hazard and blow it all out of proportion

I don't know why my mother chose to not have an abortion

A torsion field will build you up a portion

Of energy before the cemetery becomes your home

So just go and throw caution to the wind

And when you're near the end and think how much you have sinned?

Its like...

Before i enter the room, I'll be talkin' to doors

When i get on the shrooms, you'll find me walkin' on walls

Im stuck inside of a kaleidoscope

All because i tried to find a wider scope

To expand my views, pick and choose just one outcome

And watch it manifest while you're screamin' "How come!"

A victim of circumstance

Locked at a freak show in circus lands

Im a nervous man's worst nightmare

Im gonna make sure the surface spans the first sight where -

You see me pull the horizon wide open

And make it go and swallow the sun with time broken

Anything esoteric is esoterica

They're gonna need more than God to bless America

Cause when i get to the top of the hill

I'll bump into God, get him poppin' a pill

You wanna have a sook, here's a napkin, sook

Im off to explore like Captain Cook

Or more like Freud, an all-night void

Away from the safe side of foresight, boy!

Of course i joined to find joy, was by choice

The dark side was in need of the right voice

I like to lie back as i rejoice

With my man's absinthe, Pan's Labyrinth

Is where i go, there are no

Shortcuts to be sure, kuz, scared to know

Or find out cause to try might mean

Gettin' stuck inside the wall inside the mind, ive seen -

In my dreams - the white beings

Made up out of light beams, the sight seems - highly irregular

There's never a night that i don't see them

Leadin' me to a fight for my freedom

Treatin' me with the knowledge of colleges, yo

I'll eat an orange with porridge in cottages, so

Pick a number and run with it bro

No wonder im known not to be someone to know

Comin' to go...