Traileristic Thoughts

By Joe Nat

On Reality Show

Released on December 1, 2015

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[Verse 1]

Knock Knock

Is anybody there?

Knock Knock

Is anybody home?

Watch my sound change the surface of a tonoscope

And bring life I'm the microphones holy ghost

Top of the dome north pole sending lightning bolts

I'm tuning in your frequency into a higher vol

Tage' would be the correct grammar in the pattern

But I left it out like a masonic secret for you to fathom

Chiseling my craft and everybody gathering around the cypher like magnetic fields around saturn

I take an atom, cut it in half with a tung full of wrath

Sharpening shattering every fragment

Mental shotgun thoughts go off in all directions

Covering your walls like media coverage Controlling Your Whole Perception, Put your lens in, pay attention as we tap into the worlds third dimension

Imaginary matrix nothing surrounding is sacred

Matter over mind changing around fundamental basics

Fuck natural selection like this is natural development

Technology imbedded in superficial intelligence

And there's no work left once robots replace it

When its war I bet the prime minister hops on a space ship


[Break]

(Fasten your seat belts please its gonna be a very very looong ride)


[Verse 2]

Yo , nature speaks in numerogical flows

The golden ratios and astrological codes

Hidden symbolism in popular shows, politics, clothes, religion

Where unknown knowledge unfolds

So, dear teacher who taught you what you teaching?

And who taught that person his so called certain version?

School books I'm burning as I burn one

Tryna shake the monkey off my back which I was said to emerge from

But now we dead men walking heading for a dead end

Waiting in line as a slave to time, well then, might as-well let it set in, or wonder this globe on my own with no cellphone on alone

Back to stones and sticks and making fire out of friction

Escaping this environment, addiction

Fictionary depiction, confused competition

With a programmed brain made for following description

A system where our happiness is based on our position

Money we gotta touch it, paper we gotta rape it

I'm studying intuition for greater minds to come build with

You are now welcome to the show where realitys bewildered