just handcrafted myself this platinum soapbox
time to get obnoxious
go unconscious
be the receiver for a new transmission
that's aimed at non believers
I am Serenity's reavers
artificial peace created a Grim Reaper
too many cooks in the kitchen
every aspect can't be competition
maximize comprehension
with third eye exercises
to help pay close attention
dig the details of this deception
inception complexion
true nature revealed
the powers that be will use me
as a human shield
possibly target practice
random outcome for random access tactics
we make maps to navigate the hapless
but callous as a blank canvas i am
the poison pen will separate
the boys from men yet again
tend to the tenuous business
of uplifting the listless
placing the inspiration
right in the middle of the desolation
four horseman type domination occurs
let me focus the blurs
show what the truth inside you prefers
suckers observe as i emerge
from the murky depths of anything that's left behind
resigned to a much maligned state of mind
selling cruel to be kind
do me a personal favor
boil me in snake oil
unwind this mortal coil
it's my burden to carry or possibly abandon
am i the ship or the captain?
either way i'm trapped
in the middle of seismic action
walk on the water if i gain traction
the noise enhances the silent assassin
by being so enchanting
i can hardly fathom the passion
little girl psychotic reaction
we can count five before we dive in
nobody here is hiding or backsliding
you have to ride the wave
do it like castaways
slight return from when they tried to phase me out
don't understand that the whole idea
was the scenic route

blowing minds like Alderon
DoomsdayDevice meets the Black Cauldron
another beyonder
seeking refuge on the fringe
thinking on premeditated revenge
fixation, one track minds
that never converge
like some parallel lines
middle ground that remains undefined
isolationists in need of a cosign
more of that divine design utilized
but it's being neutralized
by the unwise and the uninitiated
and whoever else gets lumped in
gang where nobody's been jumped in
in the midst of fanaticism
i function much higher
than standard operating procedure
scarecrow sitting in for the sandman
here to hand out doses of selective amnesia
withhold the anesthesia
i'm an expert at letting the hurt in
me and disaster have been flirting for ages
we get a kick out of the hell it raises
hold me like a Million Dollar Dream
lights out makes the redemption extreme
try to take in the full awakening
these boots weren't made for shaking in
they match the radiant soul
that is opposite that of Eddie Arcadian
or any other nemesis
whatever adjective you name the hindrance
contempt and familiarity
always seem to connect like Station
with intentions of spiritual invasion
now I sound conspiratorial
in my seriously sincere editorial
maybe I mixed up
my self-motivation and self-medication meters
permanent alteration of my whole demeanor
lost in ether
some folks say it's clear
that i'm losing atmosphere
as they stare like animals
never mind the fact that shaking my hand
is a chance to touch the intangible
handling the back channels
make end to end burners out of tracks like vandals
dismantle any allusions
because real talk is the only type talk i'm using
it's not confusing i'm fluent
student of the mass influence
here's my two cents to improve the movement
show that my newspeak is the truest