I'm a train of thoughts with grafiti on the side armed mercinaries inside with the parallax in the eyes on a one way track through shadowlands to the black journey to the darkness where there ain't no comin back an inversion of polarities total loss of clarity the anguish on our faces from the pain and disparity out of nowhere comes a sound to liquify the mind extra sensory synthetics that occupy the grind lost in space a synaptic inner wraith giving away my condition like writing on my face find a place hidden in the plasma deep within a nebula theres not a thing in normal life that knowsys is the regular strike bite cut, grip rip flip, theres not a person in this place that is quicker on the grip (x4) down the river styx to a fiery abyss catalysts of myths i'm on fireball and spliffs try to loosen up take a voyage through the brain contemplate infinity and the never ending pain im in the frame of the galaxy off my axis speakin fallacy tryin to drink but i don't know where my challice be no longer a slave travel planes on astral waves catatonic gaze stare at spirits out of graves code blue this floating ghost could be you struck before you knew it so what you gonna do? strike bite cut, grip rip flip, theres not a person in this place that is quicker on the grip (x4) from the paradox of time to the beatles number nine i still represent the Truth that tingles up your spine deep into lost tome alchemical poems rumble in the bones make you quiver from the groans ancient phonetics translate codes in the genetics turn a brain to lettuce no use for paramedics got hip to knowsys within an hour of hypnosis spit attrocious dirty grill halitosis shits rough when you livin on the bottom cds on the shelf but the poeple never bought em' strike bite cut, grip rip flip, theres not a person in this place that is quicker on the grip (x4)