The Fog n Funk is choking!
It’s so hot it’s burnin’ my internals!
The best ideas come out,
When your head is stuffed in a thought

I said a yeahhhhh… (4x)

Why not write it down??
The time to rake is beating away,
Upon the sun it get’s hooked everyday,

Realize that these petrified, antagonized,
World disappears,
Around the Outer Zone,
Falling on solid ground

I said a yeahhhhhh… (x2)
Get up and blow your head off!

The times that we find ourselves alone physically,
Do we act ourselves or are all the eyes of the world
still peering down at us,
Is the moment that we don’t recall all the eyes,
Is that the moment we find out what insanity is?
The times that we find ourselves alone emotionally,
Do we truly believe we don’t have any attachments
to the feelings of others,
The moment that we aren’t swayed by the world woes,
Is that the moment we aren’t aware of joy?
The times that we find ourselves alone spiritually,
Do we trust that our own judgment and moral ethics,
Have been ripped from our souls,
Is that exact moment when we fail to be human,
Is that the time when we become our own god?

Not just a passing fancy,
What I really long for,
Right now and once in a hot and heavy while,
Is to be left in warm comatose,
Next to a breathing and living form,
Grateful to feel a comfort pleasure,
A heart heavy desire fulfilled,
Satisfied in yet wanting more,
Left there in warm comatose,
Stroking with a finger the brilliant cherry skin,
The lotus of sensuality spilling over the brim,
Cascading down in defiant decadence,
Leaving me in warm comatose,
My mouth would search and explore,
Discovering each new second with every sensation,
Realizing that each dawn is witnessed two fold
And that the only ones left are we,
Carelessly left in warm comatose.

The bandits and outlaws own this town,
The anarchists and killers roam free,
The innocent haven’t suffered,
They’re extinct,
Genuinely,
Intensely,
Migrated to a better place,
Now that the laws and rules don’t apply,
This world is free of substantial duty,
Discipline exists as a rule of criminal code,
The conduct of personal freedom is to live,
Numero uno lives to rebel and scratch out,
To know the enemy as himself,
Regretting nothing,
Punching himself in the chest
Treasuring the moment,
In all fickle splendor,
To not be thought about too hard,
Experienced in mishap,
Total bedlam the usual events,
Drunken buffoonery,
Lazy expectations,
Silly and trite,
Can’t tell the difference after a while in this town.

Maybe at one point there was a group,
A genuine collection of unique and careful persons,
With a great deal to offer and intelligence,
A new way to think,
An ****** for the masses created in a basement with some *****,
The ceremony turned to reality,
Too intimidating to comprehend and soon it consumed,
Corruption and went ugly…quick,
Roots went sour and now spread,
Core and far and wide,
Grew up to make it all sunken,
Down the tubes,
Fueling the sun and expounding nothing,
Just mindless energy wandering,
No purpose,
Dealing with the devil everyday,
Coming up on top.

And then it came to mind,
How to operate within my station,
Facets of degradation,
Open with a wiliness to accept.

Mind’s eye wandering,
Everything in a quicken pace moves,
Surrounded
Blanketed in,
Blackened will to survive,
To escape the common,
Graced by impeding disaster,
Trying to dig yourself out.

The reservoir of hope,
The **** of surplus sacrilege,
Slowly drained by the common,
Conformity of the Herd.

Reasoning to keep the smile?
Why not envelope the enveloper,
The world is an oyster without a pearl,
Your life begins today and is one nanosecond shorter,
Fancy ornaments
Pathetic compensation,
Being a disillusioned higher up,
Means being a corporate *****.

Your boss,
My boss,
Has something in common,
They felt that stress is necessary,
Nervousness a virtue,
Stoicism means to be malleable,
Easy to break the spirit,
Difficult to understand that,
Below the surface,
The fault lines of the two hemispheres,
Begin to overlap and scrap,
Unravel and become lucid in plain simplicity,
Like pulling the lever which spills more
Useless garbage on your lap.

Envelope that and be comfortable with its existence,
Never agree with it, then stagnate standing water
Becomes the cesspools surface,
Underneath is the ravings of a diabolical cynic
That isn’t going to shovel the **** anymore

I can’t stand the way you’re always looking at me,
Sick and tired of thinking what will come to be,
Shaking the flaky dreams from my hair
I’m just sick and tired oh well who cares.

It isn’t a shame how it all ended,
Burnt up and feeling fine,
Can’t wait to find,
That feeling again,
That I’ve found the right one.

So many kinds I just want to taste them all,
Deep down inside I know you’re out there,
I’m sick and tired of sitting alone with the old one,
It’s time for something new.

He held a stone in his hand
Circled it around his head and hen
Brought it down

Gazing straight through the hole
Desperate to know a soul just once
Slid through the openings of the leaves

Quite different on the inside of the wall
The lack of gravity made him feel tall
Fire coming out of his…

Volcano spewed a rock up to the sky
Embryonic it exited the atmosphere
Started to fly

10000 years later it came back to the people
It caused an uproar with hysteria no equal
What was this strange vessel

The collision was immense
All that was left in the debris
Was a stone in a severed palm