Floating Thoughts

Do you think, that we'll ever escape...
This circle?
Self serving commercial
And radio antics
Outlandish, manic depressives
Teaching us lessons but
Fuck That!
That's why I'm stressing in the first place
Worst case scenario
I was stuck with my microphone and a stereo

Can you hear me though?
(I Said)
Can you hear me though?

Loud and clear
But never that
I was coming in distorted
Sound awfully wack
But oddly that
Is what got me here in the first place
Took that fear, converted it in to energy
And now any enemy to cross my path
Is getting hacked upon like machetes in tall grass
Nothing but small blasts
Of atomic power, aimed
Directly at your head, your
Knowledge I will devour
Conquer
But yet I see more wack
Watch me man (Watchmen)
Killing these dogs like Rorschach
Dr. Manhattan
Evaporating Combatants
In the day, but at night
It's just mackin'
On a night prowl
Like Night Owl
Chicks expected
Like Silk Spectre
Have 'em laughin'
But I'm no Comedian
Or Ozymandias
I didn't plan to sit
This high above the median

No Comedian
Or Ozymandias
But, I didn't plan to sit
This high above the median