chemistry

oh, it's big
it's heavy
it's been churning for a while
the tanks of evolution
the wheels of sanity
the pressure...
titus driving leary's bus
rubber burning on the foundation of hold on
this beast is growing
i'm brewing up something big
i'm cookin' up a big ole batch of watch this
if you could try to imagine
oh, if only you could see
what ingredients i've been handed
from your cabinet of dreams
your arsenal of obliteration
you bet this beast is burning
forego the complaints
i don't foresee any obstacles
i've cleaned my spectacles
this will be quite a show
it's gonna make your fuckin' teeth glow
the feet of these marching winds
fully realize
no compromise
i can feel your zombie sighs
and big cheese thighs
the eyes go right out the reality show
they're so jealous of you
lines creek when you talk
with that soul crushing walk
fragile ability to contemplate
what it took to make this great
mixtures of your own medicine
that egocream juice
get a little loose
made for one use
oh, it's mixing
it's starting to gravitate
my elation might levitate
let's stir in a little hate
chaos tv is watching me
break the fear of clearing me
gotta be this tall to ride my slide
looks like a waterpark in the dark
the big grey one's the shark
watch out, this is gonna hurt
your attitude might meet the dirt
you need a more meat diet
some sun on that skin
i'll butter your confidence and fry it
try it on a stick
it would only be this thick
i call it irony with a kick
your humour with a twist of rhyme
i'm sure you get it
it's your own special recipe
disaster, and burn it faster
the mixture's starting to boil
imagine what i'm mixing up
what this little machine has been through
look up
find what it tells you
the high wears off
the up goes down
we should make that the frontpage headline
if you look on a map
it's spelled naked on the streets
are they crying over blood spilled
let's mix some of that in there
oh, don't worry, you'll be thrilled
come on, give a toy to this little boy
running rampage spoils the tantrum
tell me, where are you from
system cynic troubles the lost
but what's a life cost?
oh, it's big
it's growing
it's thundering
soul's eye sundering
bubbling
building
quaking and shaking
oh, it's terrifying
put on your seatbelt
this is gonna be fun
let's head straight into the sun
be bold, be daring
we're going far with this one
do you know what i've been mixing up in here
can you ask my therapissed
the federal bureau of idiots
mother and the homeless fear
get back here
let's push some buttons
you've heard that delusion rhyme
storebought love in plastic wrapping
time for a tear sparkle to shine
the sign behind the wound
can you pick up where we left off
what carnival is it
what theory is here
where did the thought split
who's in my head
what are you focused on now
what question could i ask
free to travel where you own
can you wander, can you roam
tell me, what would they say
if they knew your question was a lie
if they heard your prayer at beddybye
let's mix that in there
all the hard truth
of who you are
who am i
road's going where goats lie
where angels cry and fears die
off the beaten path
onto bloody dreams
only the strong survive
poverty diets find the means
is your story what it seams
cracks don't hide the screams
what this mixture could do
oh, what i'll be seeing
the recipe in this eye
and when that drop hits
all that will be left of you
stammering residue with no clue
seeing nuthing but a bitter blue
smoke and ash
written tears on headstones
dust and lies
a yawning you (disaster in lines)
stories of yes
days of grey
remnants of fragments
what would they say
champagne and limousines
dripping little pink things
matching images would say
inconveniences or catastrophies
halfhead walking dead
children with trophies
invention sequence countdown
systematic clusterfuck
what would your dreams look like
naked in the rayne
crying
shameful
as the walls crumble down
what would it look like
when the dust settled
what would my tears say
to you
what invention there in the grey
hurting in blue on a bad day
written in bloody clues
please, i beg of you
look closer
there in the smoke
what words do those scars resemble
it looks like it screams true
'i succeeded
i soared
i flew
fuck you'