High Bias / Unstuck in Whatever

[Intro: *Seinfeld sample*]
"Getting on a bus, one second, it's all mental"

[Verse 1: Patience]
We travel in time through our sense of smell
Remember the endless in a loop and then rebel
Hop in a Ford in Ontario, and out of a Florida Buick
The rings on this coniferous are my recorded music
Unstuck in whatever, resonant heads prevail
Agony and bliss, it just depends on where you dwell
Heaven and hell the good stuff at once, I wrote a blueprint
Ignore me I'm hesitant anyway and it, it's sort of stupid
It goes, 'all perspective, no attention paid till better days
And medicate yourself when lemonade is not an option
Enjoy the moments and relish 'em but with caution
Discomfort is coming cousin, I embellish you not - just pause it
This is real life, stop it dead in its tracks
You're not here right now, as the sediment cracks
To their, reticent laughs, the sentiment goes unnoticed
It's totally hopeless nevertheless edit and hope they quote you

[Chorus: Patience, Bender, & both]
No lightspeed, black holes, string theory, none of that
Motherfucker double back
No Asimov, Wells, Bradbury, none of them
Just a strong will, pain threshold and rubber neck
Now you may feel a slight, ringing in ya' ears
Now you may feel a slight, ringing in ya' ears
Now you may feel a slight, ringing in ya' ears
Now you may feel a slight

[Verse 2: Patience]
Head on a swivel pick my eyes up off the ground
High bias, the type of guy you'd want around
Hand on my nuts, pick my tongue up off the ground
Untethered yesterday, if she wanna fuck around with me
Friends with houses, former those with dough now
Getting up early tomorrow for that job I couldn't hold down
I'll get my clock cleaned if I'm feeling like a masochist
Or do a line of pollen if I'm watching televangelists
The salivator, gravitator
Seven seven one upside down on a calculator
The holographic laminator
The aerosol-to-muzzle question mark with the evaporator
Uncross your thighs I've, proselytized
The cult of one in total, a copperhead bites
All these watered down ideas from Slaughterhouse-Five
Unstuck in whatever, the martyr of time

[Chorus: Patience, Bender, & both]
No lightspeed, black holes, string theory, none of that
Motherfucker double back
No Asimov, Wells, Bradbury, none of them
Just a strong will, pain threshold and rubber neck
Now you may feel a slight, ringing in ya' ears
Now you may feel a slight, ringing in ya' ears
Now you may feel a slight, ringing in ya' ears
Ringing in ya' ears

[Outro: *samples*]
"'Everybody's looking for you.'
'I heard you were here.'
'What happened?'
'I'm not at liberty to discuss that. My wife thinks I'm MIA, but I'm actually dead.'
'How come you didn't get your arm back?'
'Dying doesn't make you whole. You should see what you look like.'"
"Man overboard!"