here i am spitting image in your face, you're forcing cancer down your throat
thoughts provoked by what you wrote in smoke
it took a little bit to notice, yeah just a the little
you would choke on that bit if the harness didnt tickle

a lightning bugs life is gonna end in a flash
overcome by the thunder blast of our last laugh
after last supper dad, uncovered in the trash
the remains of what he didnt ressurect in the past

look at mirror and compare yourself to road kill
hold still, let me known how the high the road feels
never slowed down by red lights and stop signs
bug bites to top crimes crash cars to stop time

(forward to my prime) or back to me in the womb
yo, lets live it up till we're consumed
lets live it up like the beggining of june
yo, lets live it up till we're buried in a tomb




spoke (once), spoke (twice), in the (cold night)
like melting cold ice, you came to grips with your old vice
the elephant left the room, noticed the old mice
couldnt wait it out to try and see if the truth bites

(its not a problem,) said strange,
its not a problem to maintain all these colors the same
i never trust strangers, not to their face
but you and i tried and the color wont erase

(this truth or that truth,) i'll search for a substitute
looking at you i could maybe see cute
maybe see ash pouring into rain gardens
better yet waterfalls dying red in the autumn

red is the color the color cant change the picture,
the picture physically embodies words not written in the scripture,
the scripture's written down and written down are my words
any equivilent of the sound is unheard




if we killed the radio then we'd have room for more birds
and i could catch a ride out, on any lines that i heard
(they say) if im anything more than word play and mind spray
maybe i would make a dollar on the lines i say

but its not worth it, my self expression purpose
submerged in words maybe one day it will surface
to serve you this sound, created by one...
completely controlled, and contained in my (hands)

can you hear that, its me crossing the threshold
of existence through the sounds waves reverberating echos
as far as respect goes, its higher than falsetto
among the true heads that realize where the bread goes

listen close, or the words might slip
outta skin and bones, and outta lip spit drips
burning mistletoe, bringing heat to the bliss
bringing sound to your ears, and the words to your lips

but for now im stuck here, out of love not fear
its gonna be a long time so i brought souvinears
a ten speed bike so i could teach you how to steer
and a broken watch to show when i was here

give em a broken watch to show the time that i appeared
let em know, there's something forming the air