A conduit for snake eyes languidly grazing minds in open space. I want to give you a Machiavellian makeover: fill your head with dreams of self success at the detriment of progress. The process to use each person in succession.

The regression to our inner lizard mind
Remind me how to be human again
Im slipping on the cloud of self love
Forgetting the love around me
Let me come back to ground, my mind sound
In tune around the static electricity