Two Clicks I'm omnipresent like Sony or Cheese and Macaroni - I don’t like Bologna But I like it when you show me your tits When I get drunk my conscience slips - sorry ma’am I can’t read your lips I said I’m sorry m’am I can’t read your lips My vivid mind drips with endless imagination We should hook up in my secret space station I like my nation - It likes inflation - condensation’s cool I only drool when I sleep Whose council do you keep – on who’s to be a Jedi You need some Visine - I can see your fuckin’ redeye Like a bird I wanna fly - I tied my shoe when I was three Are you glad that you can see? I’d like to charge a fee I’m wishing you were me and that’s the way its gonna be Chorus Can you pick up what I’m puttin down I’ve been down and out I climbed to the sounds A deep bass groove is heaven to me With words layered on flowin’ lyrically I absorb random data all night long I put the illlest bits into every rippin song The rest gets packed in the graphix bong when you know the words please sing along To me what is horrible is something unexploreable The load gets unbearable - though I’d never stop my brain Even though I’m two-clicks from clinically insane Please don’t test me its o.k. to second guess me If you start talkin shit I’m only gonna forget you Like a 90 year old lady wearin ill perfume Strike a match to kill the linger as my fused words go Boom! I like to write about doom and gloom I gotta consume to keep the economy a rollin’ The governments controllin’ while your rollin’ a jay It’s gonna be o.k. if you live for today Too many people pray - too many people prey On the minds of the weak - How did we learn to speak? I think I sprung a leak in the pool of the genes I enjoy the scenes when girls remove their jeans I’m enjoyin’ you while you’re chillin’ with me Said “I’m enjoyin’ you while you’re chillin’ with me.” The jelly of my mind is on fire - like a wire full with spark It keeps on flowing like a river motherfucker - like the moon its always dark Spinning webs like shade on a narc - if I found god I’d sick her on Marc If I were on Jaws I’d be a killer shark - in Indiana Jones I’d be the lost Ark If you paint a panther pink I’ll be the Aardvark And on the butt-naked girlies I’m on the stark parts As the music takes over - throw away your sober Maybe try to get lucky - but first get to know her Like a four-leaf clover hittin’ on the green to make the brain slower Calm the dogs down and wash the odor from the rover Not a rover like a Hummer not a buzzkill like a bummer Like a breeze through the trees and the crickets in the summer I got no score to settle - just a scratch to the phat beat So throw down your seat and find a lady worth freakin’ Let your body twitch and get your grey matter tweakin’ Let your body twitch and get your grey matter tweakin’ ‘said “Let your body twitch and get your grey matter tweakin’”

Battle In My Mind 1.4 e captital M pee why are e Brain cells dyin’ while I’m playin’ Atari I kick it old school like a T.V. with a dial I’m a train wreck flamin’ on the tracks of denial I’m a loco motive rippin’ through your stalled out car I’m gonna be who I am - I don’t care who you are They’ve said it before but I’ma say it again Burn motherfucker burn crank it up past ten I push it to eleven like a 5-gram bag I download my drugs to make your broadband lag chorus Nightmares come see me Live in fear of the greedy No faith in those controlling When mushroom clouds start rolling I battle in my mind the death of our society The news brings me down I hide from my sobriety No one really knows if the truth is what they told us Real-time strategy clickin’ on the soldiers Wearing cement shoes in a river with no paddle Up against a poisonous snake with a razor sharp rattle I can battle shit much worse than this But I beat myself down with my father’s fist Unity’s a crystal that’s been cracked for years Evil rules the good buyin’ millions of tears Buyin’ more years with hell-care for the privileged We should go back to huntin’ food for our village Loyal brothers pillaging their best of friends Does goodwill matter? Well son that depends It’s who you are that shows the story’s ends What confuses me now is the image your projectin’ In the state of the nation at our time of re-election Media on the trail findin’ dirt to sell their feeds To entertain the sheep and disregard our needs Are you sick of me talking about the world that breaks me? My voice fades down as your fearful gods take me Why’s your religion a weapon if peace is what its for? While you give to the rich and steal from the poor When I was young they said this world would be ours But the knife turns further and deepens our scars As I wander – I wonder who am I to wish for more Others wield the keys with no luck in findin’ doors Multi colored wax is the wick to the facts Different starting point for the boots for the tracks I speak paralysis, disease, famine and mayhem Not the luck that they have but the lack of we gave them Lack of what we coulda, woulda, shoulda fucking gave them

Box at the End Verse 1 I was a little boy once and I always kept ‘em guessin Had a father who was sharp on always teachin lessons Had a bike that was prime and took me on my searches What I found was a find that no one can just purchase But it felt a little too good - I knew I didn’t deserve it I disguised it through design to erase my inner purpose Chorus There’s a box at the end of the street - I won’t open it It’s not locked it’s begging for me - I can’t open it A gift - - screamin I’m FREE - I won’t bother it I should be drawn by its natural curiosity I should forget where it is and just let it be A box at the end of the street – I’ll get over it A box at the end of the street - I won’t open it – no . . . Verse 2 Behind I was left - never right - always becoming nervous Beat the system at its games but I still I feel I’m worthless I’m lost but not ready to find what waits in-between my courage In the home-town of my mind I just wander like a tourist Don’t get me wrong I’m not down fully and live life to the fullest Got more boxes waiting patiently for when they're put in service Verse 3 I would elevate through stasis if it wasn’t for these curses But the cost is yet to come and gets hidden in these verses I know what’s inside this box as you probably guessing An imaginary concept I insist on still repressing Regarding self - that part of me I prefer on its highest shelf I should level up my dignity with these secrets to my mental health Bridge Am I serious? I’m serious. So serious it stings but the pain it brings motivates and makes my soul sing I’m a fool and I’m a king among demons with sharp wings Target my self-enemy rating aiming at number one Telekinesis on feeble trigger set to destroy instead of stun My wires get with flame and my circuits they be crackling Encryption levels kept complex to deter my own soul hacking Poison traps in stack mode to protect my sacred blackening Like Anakin’s love fed his evil dark gloves - and the monster he became I refuse to be a slave when my mental frame is off the chain But my powers come from feeding They come from feeding on the pain And I wear that badge just to prove Just to prove that I’m insane And I wear that badge just to prove Just to prove that I’m insane

Trak Tohr Behme Attraction - a tracking device with vice grips Ripping at skin with light rips Back flipping miss labeled switches (uh huh) Hitchin’ a ride when the light drive’s glitchin’ Wishin’ it was me with the shields and protection My direction - not the question of how I will survive An air locked arrival deprived of everything but my weakened saliva From a ship that hit me with a neutron pile driver In the fast lane fishin’ for my own set of weapons Steppin’ - to the rear to amplify with mirrors All the deadly rays I’m catchin Guessin’ at the cure of never learning how to steer I can’t break free from her energy - I can’t get her to leave my mind I can’t seem to leave this energy - I can’t learn to free my mind I can't breathe without this energy - I can't see what makes me blind I can't survive without this energy - I just need to make it mine I’m in a chain reaction - trapped and captive Adaptive circuits failing - the end of smooth sailing Distress message hailing - powerful clutching that I can’t disengage Holding rays keep me locked me in cold shuttle bays With trays of other specimens stretchin’ with the bends Some crazy some glazed all grazing on the fields of emotional genocide A roller coaster ride brakes fried unstable but incapable of death Dementors on the prowl - grappling with gadgets to activate their magic With some havoc on the side - clamps hide on thermal tiles Blind inverted smiles locked across stolen files ready for the decompile Viral perfection to infest nested minds victimize the complete collective hive I’m still alive from the aura leechin’ creatures severing my breath Death becoming life through saturated batter Mad hatters sippin’ poison tea with crossed eyes Feeding on the weak to synthesize, synthesize, synthesize Feeding on the weak to synthesize their evil spells Rejection - source of heat depletion - while I’m deep cryosleepin’ Face first into bursting infection Deception maximized and twisted from inspection Extreme - self magnified with greatness - patience bein’ weightless Escape a little makeshift from a savior on this slave ship A sword smith to weld the rifts to rectify My defects and decisions when I trip on my gifts My vision drifts down to underground hatches Hidden caches controlled by single serving fascists With behavior on the rash side Relax time breaks like tool and die with a smile While filing down my following Dead in the water eyed by optics bent on a slaughter Assault rifle eyes - laser scanning - mind probing and planning Waiting for the capture where I pay to fix the fractures they implant and manufacture Where I pay to fix the fractures she implant and manufacture

Spare Me Some Change Like a new day life has broken - breathed into my mind As I digest this rhythm my spirit starts to shine It makes me kind - blind - rewinds hate and anger that I stashed Lonely feeling that I harbor takes a big torpedo blast! I think my past is captured - my past is plastered My past has been re-cast - my cast has been re-mastered I gotta grasp it fast before it gets released I found some peace - but these times are few ‘Cause when my field is lit it fires back your “FUCK YOU!” Whatchoo gonna do? I think you thought I grew into a clean energy source Just let me run my course Discharge my remorse like the good side of the force Chorus Falling into – Life’s hopeless tragedies Drowning without you under dark covered skies Can’t help dig the trenches - under your fences Has it been? So Long? Will I learn how to smile? People stealin’ to get to what they think is theirs No one cares - that’s why I get these hateful stares Machines drain your balance at the local 7-11 All these greedy people make me yearn for a heaven Money gods - giving pods of liberation Selling off my time to earn a weak vacation I thank the music spirits for bringin’ portals to my pain While corporate mongrels peddle pain for they gain Without the other side would we conspire for a being? Either way we’re breeding ignorance and eating evil’s seeding I pray for karma ‘cause hell might need some feeding Treepy clouds a rollin’ I integrate my mind With the beauty of the planet that we’re strippin’ to the rind I travel planes - planets like sound waves of thunder I observe - and I wonder - “Does unity exist?” I asked the Martian once - his answer made me pissed I felt dissed - he put away my fist I guess I’ll realize there’s little one can do To save - some ‘people change’ - And join the penny people’s crew I must have said enough - ‘cause it feels like I’m through

Atmospheric Pressure from the UFO's (Landing Gear) Fast flashing lights incandescent total brightness Reality is priceless and useless to the sightless Ignorance is bliss that’s why I'm happy when I'm pissed And hiss loud at the masses while I’ve got the free passes To trash and out class harass and outlast The cheap imitations that crowd the fast path Poison gassing the crass wrath who’s trying to laugh last Flicking ash inside of hope while he’s tokin’ stolen smokes While I cross the acid moat before a knife swipes my throat From the hands of a fake who bails gropin’ at my coat tails Shutting down the blinking I still can’t learn to sleep I end up broke and overloaded so it soaks in deep when I can see I’m not the only one who’s right I specialize in passion blasting lights that hide the landing gear I can see I’m not the only one who’s right I recognize the pattern flashing lights that hide the landing gear Communist broadband ROM flash - kicking off The backlash bombing through the broadcast - weeping for The war dance mating with a slither on the wrong grass Hit the bottom of your own stash wishing That the crop circle intuition is tachyon gunning at the radar DJs hand upon the fader putting scratches on the evil tint A glinted blind spot redder than the targets in our heads Numb from over stimulation under blankets without threads Hiding plain sight shadows ‘tween the living and the dead Truth of invasion staying silent so no one mans the station Planet Earth overtaken by militant corporations A strobe - a blink and a hot blinding detonation Commence the infiltration and start the world’s termination I won’t be deterred from my sheer concentration The time effects are fading - my memory in waiting Every single human slated for replacement I fight them off while she fortify the basement With haste he went thataway and that’s the way the chase went Traitor on the prowl scrapin’ cement to get his face bent It ended hella quick - from a train wreck slip Dripping brain sweat mist from the chosen one’s microchips Timid kids flipping lids with bids on shoddy crisis Sipping on the vices sold to victimize the lifeless Grinding to a halt these fights between the righteous Resolve the struggle to define our shallow sacrifices

Shivering Mold This is for the people that deserve to feel For the people for the people that deserve to feel This is for the people that deserve to feel my heat, heat, heat, heat, heat The overall vibe was violent To dissolve the tyrant who clutched tightly the Poseidon trident that Disrupted the climate from warm to freezing to climbing on the ceiling where Fits of sneezing sent to dislodge again this fatal allergen To the people that deserve to feel - to the people that deserve to feel To the people - to the people that deserve to feel To the people that deserve to feel my heat beyond the nerve that makes them shiver Deliver this wreckage to be melted down to a tasteless ore Stored as vision - blind with fear of any android with a squeaky gear or Leaky hearing to this code your blocking instead of breaking or Taking notes to repair theerrors and replace keystrokes that mutate to into bugs that Infest my brain but controlled by drugs Cut with traces of disruptive radiation to release yet another display that you’re tasting A healthy dosage of my mental medication as I recite out loud my verbal meditations This is for the people that deserve to feel For the people for the people that deserve to feel This is for the people that deserve to feel my heat beyond the nerve that makes them shiver

The T-Virus In time I’m hopin’ this rhyme is dopin’ you Like silicon twistin’ with energy distant A crippling tool - crumbles this stumbling race Watch this whack mutation trace the roots of what you’d like to call communication It’s a black plague facing a biological foundation Words are my weapons if you’re steppin’ in my ring I know it stings I’m your four alarm fire Your wire is severed - this line should be connected Draining on my power - when you’re shit goes unconnected I know your infected I keep my lungs protected Ideas projected, reflected, I’m rejected My respect is wrecked - and I’m charged with malice When I check your palace your temple is stale Rusted chain mail keeps your spores inside You should confide for healing, breathing your feelings, expanding the ceiling, on what we could be Now what I see is a brain hungry zombie sleeping next to me Chorus I see a bite mark - - a SCAB!! A flesh wound - - Damn!! Another friend - - Lost!! The living dead walk Why can’t you see that the living dead walk? My spirit is queasy it’s not so easy To connect to a server with power and stability Fuck humility - I can feel my ability I slip when I’m alone - tripping on the phone Nobody’s home (man)… a signal I roam for I modify my clone while you poison the host I gather my ghost to explore the mansion Control the expansion on my umbrella of hate I live for the day when total strangers relate I contemplate with illusions of grandeur Feel my motor purr ‘cause my motor is pure Subdue this skeleton - destroy this nemesis Undo this guardian who’s the goddess of genesis Got maps and treasures - tools and weapons Magic feathers and tomes of pleasures Got keys and codes to erode your clothes Where do you suppose I find the lock for you to speak? Can you tweak your tongue and let me see who you are? Before I break that rusty lock buried underneath your scars I spy with my mind’s eye – a disease that you deny I fly high Untyin’ Lost Souls before they die Like ice attacks cracks I attack with facts - on logical gaps Relax the tax and wax the scratch that decorates your pride Hidden deep inside no thoughts collide your thoughts have died before they found your mouth Like the South pole frozen - opinions posin’ intentionally chosen to ignore this son (sun) Somehow fooled that you can talk and listen Have I mentioned my condition? I don’t hear your dissin’ words if I fear your missin gears With no mission to escape your tapes hissin’ my playback - eat my feedback! You dance with lies and its no surprise You never open your eyes when your swallowing flies I’ll keep my compromise while you vacate my premises I hate you for not feelin’ the loss of our benefits

Full Bore (All Out Power Maximum) Shining blades spinning - set to slice - set to steal every fiber that I’ve sewn All I’ve grown - going to the man from another that enslaves me It all makes sense but it drives us all crazy Lazy takers shake me down - take me now to outer space Or that happy place where I’m content when I’m poor On the shores of a wasteland with faceless runaways Tucked away and driven by survival Revitalize us all with a safety we can feel Reveal dirty bodies with clean souls Under the creak in the stares they destroy the unique The only goal control is what we seek Control motherfucker – how bout some control! Chorus All I am, all I own face down in the mining fields All I am, all I own face down It replicates like medication for the sick but I’m tricked into thinking I can trickle home again with no meaning - repetition Repetition makes me weak Wishing I were strong again - or walking with the dead This heavy head controls my gaze The blaze in my eyes devours as it scours her The powers blur - I need a place to plant my seed A soul I can feed on - a shoulder I can bleed on Not another memory - not emptiness I seek My mind levels peak when I rip down these pathways Sip on these ideas while my engine light shining Signing away - your welcome to stay here But its time for me to leave I got fireflies flaming the sacred heaven of papyrus The file-sys haven where I like to stash my lyrics Check the steam scoring the surface Where purpose drives the vapor The moment we wait for when My thought storms igniting - pistons red hot to flexing Like rice burners warping to their death from nitrous I'm in early life crisis from hardcore sacrificing Razorblade slicing when I’m hanging from a thread I got no bread - this lacking harvest fuels my anger Not quite danger of dying from starvation I got patience but shit man Throw me an illusion that even looks like rations And I'll form and fashion gourmet feast from scraps Like gold from lead traps or cancer curing labs Making freedom from sick minds confined with shackles Like binders on traction from distractions with captions that tell us what to do Now I gravitate at silence to inspire your decisions While I nod to the beat and just thank you for the listen

Powerful Prints One word at a time I analyze the bindings Arranged and caged these pulp brains are raging The plain pages made strange with staged blades that stain On a purpose to sink into wrinkles that drink And plunge to the center of your sponge Not lunged but punched and strung together - encased in leather These chains of letters may sever when clever enough to change forever The firing order of a mood that broods to unsettle While it melts and meddles with alloyed fears Can it clear these weird smears on senses With a subtle impression of ill traveling gravity? To bait and switch this cracked whack reality

Life Preserver I don’t like bein’ angry - I don’t like bein’ angry I don’t like bein’ angry - like the man that helped make me I don’t like all this violence - that stems from your silence My temper keeps growing - leaving me callused and colder Falling harder and lower - turn on the blame-thrower and crank up the gas You’re stealin’ my class - so fuckin’ beat my ass with fists dipped in glass I’ll look right past it cause I’m painfully numb I’m numb to the pain man I’m painfully numb chorus If you could pull the plug – I know I could pull the trigger I think a bullet runnin’ through me’d be the least amount of pain If you could pull the plug – I know I could pull the trigger Slam a bottle of Beam passin’ out beneath a train If you could pull the plug – I know I could pull the trigger Leave a message to decipher in the puddles of my brain Emotionally broken - chokin’ it back To blend in with my family my friends and my peers I take all your jeers and act like its funny While I run from these voices whose choices aren’t sunny Not cooked right and runny - they tell me to end it and drive off a cliff I’m sick of this shit - do you know how it feels lyin’ cryin’ in bed? When you listen to me - do you think it could be - that I’m fucked in the head? I’ve got delusions of talent - dreams of balance Contusions on self worth and social valence If I touch someone’s feelings or reach someone’s life This knife and these daggers might disappear And make me weary - see life clearly to find my way back from this insomniac These skills that I lack - rack me up and cue up a break Before I freeze in the lake - take my possessions I struggle sometimes but fuck shrink head sessions Feel my lessons and keep me alive While I strive for perfection a fatal injection flows through my ego As I chance past go - the DSM will never know the rails I’m reading [or] what cuts this depression with a moment of clarity This session is over…. and this is my therapy