[Spoken Word]

He met a strange creature who's eyes flamed in the night

They all were very kind, but they could not show the way until..

[Verse 1]

Time to body this

The physical embodiment of highly concentrated matter forged out from a title-less source

Deem it vital if your life's the reward

A knife to a swords' comparable but only when war is commenced

So never bother how I fashioned this trench

A fascist's extreme passion seems un-nationalist when

It's broken down and examined via a factual lens

I'd rather run out of rations than be casual friends with my ex

When 'the next up' gets sad it's a travesty

The generality of the causes are often addle things

Up and at em'

Rattled the hive who hides naturally

Then add up every second and apply it to your faculty

Climbing up the ladder to Saturn to get away from this

Shape-shift to something more useful like spaceship

My makeshift prototype failed upon testing

So I'm guessing that my formulas off

Gestalt templates explain my perception got me taking steps backwards

This caveat presented makes it clear that if my last words antecede

Any implication I apologize if it has worried you

Matter fact, I've been known to lie

My mask is well equipped with a wide range of faces

To show of any mood that is the opposite or blatant of yours

Sure, the mental maladies have been receded

Though it hasn't been the same since I've departed from the seams (so it seems)

Life is but a cutthroat paradox

People find it fit to slit your gullet for a pair of socks

To keep them warm while walking in the cold for their benefit

To make their journey easier for reasons they consent to this

I like to dream that I'm out in the cosmos natant

Taking in the glowing stars in which I come across while laying

As the sun sits and radiates it's light for it fuel me

I'll be cooling on the moon while rocking planets as my jewelry

Uh

The all expansive has been dancing on his lonesome

And attempts to be a scholar while stressing over his loans

It's never going to end and I'm never going to know

What's ever going to be to this planet I call home

Because by about that time I'll be buried

100 feet underground in an undisclosed elementary

Then the "who/what" query's relating to my existence

Can be answered through the scriptures that I've hidden in the bricks

Of the house that built that where I go to reflect

On my many ideas or my possible regrets

My apostles neglect the fact that I am no better

Than the letter after X followed by O U

It's so true

The Son A rhyme book exegesis either leaves the readers sleepy

Or completely without feeling or dreams

At times I get so nervous I scream

Internally cos eternitys' a burden to me

[Spoken Word]

Do you know where Wonderland is?

It is the place you visit in your dreams

The strange and wondrous place where nothing is as it seems

It was in Wonderland where he was all by his lonely self

[Verse 2]

Ex-angel facsimile

On the way down you better think of me

When I had hit bottom said "never thought I would sink this deep"

I have been where you are and bought property for visiting

Hospitality is a given. I'm like the giving tree

Limitings ferocious in regards to my approach

Of coping with the day in-day out work awaiting the results

Yeah they must be high or low. I kept my finger on the pulse

To see that if my wills' alive or not to finalize my goals

So stand up if this track is tantamount to your condition

And if it isn't I'm sorry for tawdry rhyming when spitting

If feeling different on how my manner is too expressive

I'm sorry but all that matters is untangling my head

Call it selfish if you want but understand just why I do this:

To demonstrate incoming inspirations via music

That's it

I have reached the zenith and I never plan to stop