Letra de Science

I stare vacantly tracing off into the setting sun
Jettison the beat the accapella rock it steady son
Drop the s out of swordplay, trace the lines with shifting tongue
Slung the stick over the shoulder in the end the grifter won
Mogomra haunt dreams or at least the cathode bath track visuals
Of a midnite madness laugh track blasting backwards hacking syllables
In a land i walk, wanted, waiting on wasted rituals
Where the harvest moon sinks, the pixelation marks the fictional
And i'm splitting hairs, over the use of sacred elements
Jump on the dick fucks who think that cream is the only relevance
Spelling bee level settlements peddle paraiahs and petty prophets
Prostituting their ignorance, blackholing their cosmic process
And i'm lost in this, lost in concience constant instinct
Dialate the dots i'm lost in thought until the lids blink
Lost in sterilyzed break sequence halos 6 step fluid
Lost in psykotic linoleum ancient station wasted ruins
When the breeze blows cold (i'll be frozen in skipped reality)
Lace the infastructure out, but yet i'm lost what could my pallette be
I am a formality of mallady, maladjustment mass produced
Boxcar child management just let me help you tie the noose
A little tighter, easy there, don't wanna cut of da circulation
Otherwise the octoscopic octobots meet activation
Android oddessy offers me no salvation (why?)
Cuz the death of frankie eyelashes was only concept in midcreation
In a cross time lost mind, lapse over broken symmetry
The synesthesic open motion focus caught in the patch of imagery
I disconnect my thoughts, disjoint mechanized wing counterfeit
My counterpoint to this was never found but still i'm drowning this
Living dead rise break bread with bleeding beurocrats
Who will eat their young live (yo,wait a minute what was that?)
But still i motivate the crowd like in need of a fuckin handout
Like hands outstretched when you captivete, STANDOUT!!!

(ch)
You better come back to that place where it all started
Capture feeze frame caption encased in a glass carton
I can cart away my problems, but yo, i never got the wagon
Cuz time time keeps on slippin but still my knuckles keep on draggin
And you never come back to that place that you long forgotten
Slept on time and rept design lost in the monsters rotten
And i can clear my peace of mind, but still i can't erase the notion
That somewhere along the line I lost the fight with forward motion (x2)

{606 meets dawn,... pleased to meet you}
{unfortunate for me its time for me to enter see through}
{little nemo dreams peacefully with a pistol grip on his scepter}
{while decepticon logos emboss the domepiece of dr.lecter}
{i am the hannibal barbarra cannibal mandible jaw blitzkreiger}
{twist words at gunpoint, (got silver bullet from bob seger)}
{theres a reason i exist, its to blow heads like it's full metal}
{the jackets included, but you got gank it from burt reynolds}

(ch)
You better come back to that place where it all started
Capture feeze frame caption encased in a glass carton
I can cart away my problems, but yo, i never got the wagon
Cuz time time keeps on slippin but still my knuckles keep on draggin
And you never come back to that place that you long forgotten
Slept on time and rept design lost in the monsters rotten
And i can clear my peace of mind, but still i can't erase the notion
That somewhere along the line I lost the fight with forward motion (x2)