Turn off your TV, read between the lines… 23, sucka, can’t you see the signs? It’s the apocalypse. The time is now. Ain’t no stoppin’ this!
Kaboom! I’m disconnected from the naval, Flatlined, resurrected and stable. Now! It’s time to turn the table, Taps on phone jacks, propaganda on cable.
Reality check in high def, Run the rat race, but my life is timeless. And I keep growing every day, Observe the game, lay low and maintain.
I feel the comfort in rain, The misery ends when accepting the pain. I chop down doubts like lumber, My angst dies, my fears rumple like thunder.
I wake nightmares, shake and quake, I reflect time slates in the eye of the snake now. The night is on fire just like wicks And fixin’ to blow up like dynamite sticks.