Meditative
On emptiness
Transcendental
I'm David Lynch
Fighting a David Fincher
Arch nemesis
Plus seven Smiths
I empty clips
Of conscioussness
On globs of pompousness
Feels like six feet below
They think I'm on top of shit
Modestless
But no accomplishments
So I look like a modest kid
Got an honest mouth
Like a Modest Mouse
More underground
Than a Hobbit house
Amaze myself
If no one else
I'll live with that
I'll live with that
You gave me power
Now I give it back
Clint Eastwood raps
Outlawed
Japan outpost
Write south paw
I can out caw
Any black bird
I'm the three eyed raven
Brand heard
Seen more light speed than
Captain Kirk
In the 2 hours left
After work
Pachyderm
Inhabit earth
Like a pack of worms
In a family urn

CHORUS:
I'm a magic, magic, astral
Necromancer, mancer
People wanna live again
Before they die
Before they lived
Or been diagnosed with cancer
I'm a magic, magic, astral
Midnight dancer, dancer
Take my hand
And I will take you to a land
Where overthinking powers can't work

Make your headphones
A deadzone
For overbearing
Head drones
Ride with me
I'm piloting
Your scrapbook-layover
Time machine
No morlocks
No mordor
No more gods
No soron
No more locks
No more doors
Or settling
No more scores
Four score
And we'll be there
In the veil that lays between here and other
Muttered I'm not sures
Let me correct your embouchure
These manticores are panda bears
And the masks they wear destined to tear
Let's kick it Here
And picket fear
And live in lithosphere

CHORUS x2