Causes Of Short Hallucinations

(album: Excerpts Of A Dream I Had - 2022)

(Yeah yeah playa, whatchou want? Don't lose ya life)
(Yeah yeah playa, whatchou want? Don't lose ya life)
(Yeah yeah playa, whatchou want? Don't lose ya life)
(Yeah yeah playa, yeah yeah yeah playa)

It's bout time we had this discussion
I need no introduction
Step by step my instructions
Vigilante destruction
Open wound and it's gushing
Spliffy huffing and puffing
Evil plan I'm constructing
It's volcanic eruption
There's a little man that commands me
Burning like the fucking wicker man, no it can't be
I tell you seeing apparitions can, make you antsy
Called upon a shaman, wish began, necromancy
Falling from the roof like geronimo
Study me at Quantico
This ain't just a common cold
Pussy what's the drama for?
I live for disaster
End of the Chapter
Beg to my master
Can't you kill them faster?

I talked to Damien
He said It's dark and hell is hot
Transylvanian
I look in the mirror, don't see squat
Subterranean
Structures I hole up in til I rot
Take my cranium
Guillotine, anticipate the chop
Philippe Petit, flattened by the street
Sinners creek, is deep
Herd up all the sheep
I'm at least, deceased
Changed by LSD
In the east, I sneak
Maintaining my mystique
Tough to sleep, you see?
These thrills are never cheap
Hold your breath, release
Not a peep
Final piece, complete
Sniper in that blue caprice
D.O.A, that's me
Line is flat a solid beep
If you catch it hold it captive, once you cage it keep it fed
If I can't escape this room then I'll redecorate it red
Say I won't
Say I won't
Your whole world could come undone if I decide to pull this thread
But the question is does this Thomas keep a tommy by his bed?
He just might
Fight or flight

Who the fuck wants to live to be a hundred?
Truth be told I'ma perish doing dumb shit
Carve a smile on your face like you a pumpkin
Breaking down, love these daily malfunctions
Toxic waste in the sewers where I dump shit
Muddy shoes, fingers covered in some gunk shit
Up the dose, find a way to get me slumped quick
Doña Paz, now everybody wants to jump ship

Thorns on my crown, screaming underground
I got rusty shackles on my feet right now
Dogs at the pound, lost never found
Tiptoe through the tulips on the creep right now
Thorns on my crown, screaming underground
I got rusty shackles on my feet right now
Dogs at the pound, lost never found
Tiptoe through the tulips on the creep right now

(Yeah yeah playa, whatchou want? Don't lose ya life)
(Yeah yeah playa, yeah yeah yeah playa playa)