The Next

Yo, lets tell the world
About how the next may be near
And the next may be far
But check this out, kid
After here is it more war?
I don't know but I'm outta here
My space is my machine
Two lights in which I dream
Machine tangible blue
Reflection who?
Allah everywhere
Inner through
Ha, motionless steps of still life
Jettin' to
Your next mind net flex
To the vex sensation
Divinity chapter me: temptation
And this metal Christ of pleasures
All we have by the unknown man
Of Asian skin will be left
Shed and you'll miss
The order of the day, what is this?
Mysterious blissness, timefold of world on nine
To the spiritual wave
Rain and rain and rain
Down and down, till your thoughts can bathe
And you feel power trips
Of digest everything is every all
The next may be near
The next may be far
But after here, is it more war?
My space is my machine
Two lights in which I dream
Machine tangible blue
Reflection who?
Allah everywhere
Allah everywhere
Allah everywhere
Inner through
That's just stretch on joyous mediums

I'm still dreaming, my brain is steaming
My eyes are beaming
This, this space, this space is a colorless place
Skipping on down the arm of your face
It is so much more than this tiny race
Destroying our age, I'm happy forever but upset for life
Yo, I'm orbitin' closer for the sunrise in my throat
Sun settles in my centuries-old cobweb head
Another lovely, deadly tongue cuts prickly [?] inner stuff
Staple stuck without a gun
I'm laid in another death bed, still flashing like another dead head
I'm another skeleton, my flesh has been sentenced to another damn lesson
My skin keeps stretching, my brains are in baskets and the living keeps fetchin'
This, this centuries-old time fall, this physical plane again
Heh, the game never ends, so what do you do
When you keep comin' back and it's the same thing?
The same lame incredible functions from incredible amazing creatures
That are prophetically touchin' nothing
So what, do I accept this shit or did I curse my love with dead hexes?
Nah, love whispers "I love you" and touches my face
Hey, feel the skin, of course, the skin is skull, the feeling of bone embrace
Eerie touch, euphoric love
Flinch your pain, now feel the rub
My mentor thinks I dropped too much acid
Mommy thinks I'm a psycho spastic
And you would say I'm an emphatic soul taker
Turning your fears into sleepless thoughts
Worried about my luck, and you still can't seem to shake your cool walk
And your cool talk
Brothers who are fighting to push their culture
In nine white colors, for the next
Autumns of light seeks only humanity lovers, baby
So what about it? It may be near
Or the next may be far
Well I'll strap one out, my brother
And I'll play my guitar

My space is my machine
Two lights in which I dream
Machine, tangible blue
Reflection who?
Allah everywhere
Allah everywhere
Allah everywhere
Inner through
My space is my machine
Machine, tangible blue
Inner through
Allah everywhere
The next may be far
After here, is it more
War?
We don't need to be dead in this thing
Well I said what this thing in - got to get it together, hahahaha
Well I just strap one out, and play my bizarre
Cause I ain't, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh
Autumn flight, huh