the monologue is such a stroke for me now because I normally recite the thing without music, so I end up going faster than it. Muh brain break bcuz speed difference lol
Doin this again! Google translated lyrics: He collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attack, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he flipped his butterfly put his six phalanges in danger Roman candles at both ends of his synapses And the way he uses his humor again Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised LD-50, yeah, yeah And with the flight-or-fight revelation we put the Black Box Warrior to shame He skipped this city and went straight to history He shields himself from thought with a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo It is covered in fine fibers, flesh, fiberglass, and flowers His ego is a mosquito, an evil that wears a beautiful incognito Pops placebos for libido, shouts, "Bless the torpedoes" Why? Why? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would be now Why? Why? For what it's worth No more looking back, looking up or down Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and tied with a poisoned rope Around his Lotus jugular when they arrived However, they found him with a map of all the victims of his love And a blue jay tattoo on his face And they wait for his vital signs to lie and let the line flatline cry A hymn from the Hungarian Harmonic But he hit his noggin, with his stoma he sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I will die for your hydroponics" His ribcage was a wasp's nest, his heartbeat made a rhythm His vagus nerve is turk's head knot, axel hitch, carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, or revoir, caught his mind right at their edges Why? Why? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would be now Why? Why? For what it's worth No more looking back, looking up or down Hello, welcome, why don't you stay? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to So what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, what was your relationship with the foundations of consciousness? You've had xenon orchid muscles spilling down your outer core A blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And what about claustrophilic tenders hitting closed boxes on seven-knuckle thumbs Are you okay with Gideon Bugler's pineal glands? Are your projector eyes throwing sci-fi into your STR'd threads? Tell me about your muscle to steal the steel nerves from under Bacchus's bloody nose Did the Namibian Himbas tie dye you, have your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Died before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration I hope to check with my mission statement Your subjective opinion That this bleeding of technology and spice works well with this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, have a better idea? It's about the best we can come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So here we are again, catching up Like, a mirror coming to your mirror I think it's just something people do A bloody knife to divide your infrastructure, a wine to renew your car's performance Tricks to bring the dead together Well, you channel your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I have never thought of it better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazism/Skoptzyism and suicide Why be honest with yourself when you are the problem Not the things you do but something is sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy is he really flawed CBT does not seem to work for that Cluster B, accept it Give your innocence, please ignore the negative consequences You lost your mind and probably lost your life before So you will live Why? Why? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would be now Why? Why? For what it's worth There is no looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's not good to look back, so try to look forward now Why? Why? For what it's worth If they were going to find you boy, they would have found you by now Why? Why? For what it's worth No more looking back, looking up or down...
