(Blake Ambrose)
Sorry for the times I was your manic elven dream boy
A bearded weirdo velvet decoy
All the while delving to make deep noise
The type you don’t feed after midnight but seems coy
If it was the analogy woulda riffed into the deep void
Never made a habit of it, my guy he toyed
Getting filmed on the front porch, posting about being e-noid

(Blake Ambrose)
Sharing a smoke with a friend in the shadow of the mountain
I said it’s been exactly six years since I stopped counting
He smiled, the paradox is life, so drink it from the fountain
Organize the input, so you can off gas when the pressure’s mounting
I’m not sure life was meant to be viewed at this speed
Of if there is meaning to anything my G!
Floating in the slip stream, on to ten, flex on fifteen
The point of it missed me, the fog eclipsing, see you need mist beams

(Kurn't Cobain)
Survive and repeat, never let the word end breathe air through your teeth
Goats don't roll solo that's why they'll bleat
Sometimes you need a circle to find some relief
Survive and repeat

(Claud Six)
I’ve been twisting knobs, and frantically pulling tabs and levers
Running out of options for the droppin cabin pressure
Andre in my head, like nothing lasts forever
Forever, ever? Forever ever? I said I’d never
Settle then settled for never settling
Then set up in my setting and settled my bet on everything
The kettle’s singing pot disses, pot throwing kettle shots
Finally see the light then we get blinded by the megawatts

(Kurn't Cobain)
It was a long haul out to the west coast
I couldn't fast travel while enemies were near
I was encumbered, no home for my slumber
I'd rather throw stones at glass than build one from lumber
I was outnumbered by projections and intersections
Acting like rough roads never taught me lessons
I ran away and all I found were questions
At least I have those and these R4PC4MP sessions

(Claud Six)
R4PC4MP sessions, backpack trekkin’
Got that last dab resin in my abstract message
The lab rats sweatin’ while the fat cats stretching
Then they face the feline like they pack that weapon
I could trace the b-line to the wrong spot
Which is the right way, all advice fades when the jaw drops
Raw shock, shimmy through my Luda spinal fluid
If you gonna jump through the fire ain’t no better time to do it

(Kurn't Cobain)
I've been surrounded by fire and caskets, loss and asterisks
Trying to push my way through at times seemed hazardous
They say be grateful, but shit I ain't ask for this
But I'm also well aware that the thoughts I have are cancerous
Life ain't nothing but a series of unfortunate laments
The look on the face, doesn't speak for the intent
You can find Mt. Hood looking like Jabba the Hut
Or me anxious as hell, with my feet up

Survive and repeat
Never let the word end breathe air through your teeth
Goats don't roll solo, that's why they'll bleat
Sometimes you need a circle to find some relief
Survive and repeat