I soared through the oculus rift of divine fiction

Banished elder scrolls of caravanned grime rhymer diction

Sordid bandwagon conniption captivated superstition

Collapse lung with a young jury hung out on malnutrition

Listening to echoey skulls, cajoled with sick gimmicks

Systemics crystallizing in lazy eyed pious mind tricks

To know is not what you think, to think is not what you know

The panoramic snap shot is just a seed for knowledge to grow

Home remedy for snuffed culture and holocaustic prophets

Bastardized mind fuck of lucid nearsighted puppets

Giving 2 serious fuck it's, then put a knife to the esophagus

Of all the idiocracy offspring tossing tea and crumpets

I had a mainstream plan, but turned it up on end

Cuz that rout seems to harbor power hungry corrupt men

Starving artistic cartographers mapping ways to truth

Endless song and dance travesties distracting mass youth

Chorus

I set up a photo booth inside Of Archam Asylum

Not a single patient that passed by dropped a dime in

When I asked why, they just laughed to the sky

And said have you ever tried to look a crazy man in the eye?

V2

I stepped out of the landfill of hopelessness

Tripped over rotten luck and rolled down a slope stress

Bypassed masses of rapper kids holdin palms up

Like rain will turn to diamonds if they stand there long enough

And I'm laughin through a personal rapture into stardom

Cuz we're runnin laps while the rest wait for cars to come

Folly spun, corrupt notions closin commotion slanted

Proposals of a spoiled generation froze not granted

I command the talents of the last stand combatants

Lyrically castrating sycophants biting style patents

And conniving guile build brigade guiding senility

Watching eyes vibrating crippled with a sly fickle ability

But I surmise a simple subconscious form of denial

Hidden behind a plaster casted corny ass smile

I bemoan the spangled glory allegory of sweet freedom

Conceited heathen rendered fiction and seeded the kingdom

Chorus 2

I set up a photo booth inside of congress

Every politician that past by kept their distance

When I asked why, they just laughed to the sky

And said have you ever tried to look a crooked man in the eye?

V3

The most enslaved are those that believe they are free

Shackled by nickels and dimes police state holdin me

Consoling all the chosen ones, clove smokin bloody lungs

Soakin all the puke and puss with muddy rugs and severed tongues

Whatever son, take your thumb out nap-sack vagabond ass

Down the road of crow bar robbery and hobbled brass tax

The fact is you never fathomed that cashing a stack

Would be just as meaningless as Miley's ass crack

Break backs of patriot act rat packing mongrels

We never had a true glimpse of the freedom god rules

Vines growing got my mind going towards the sun

Hoping motor boats won't run out of gas before the day is done

I just want to turn and run from this cavernous economy

But the dichotomy is zombie brain washing ideology

Fuck theology, that's the biggest black hole of them all

Frolicking through burnt fields sounding a cattle call

Chorus

I set up a photo booth inside the Vatican

Every single cardinal laughed as they passed and ran

When I asked why, they shot a smirk to the sky

And said have you ever tried to look a dead man in the eye?