ClocKworX

(collab of Bliss and Prophet)


The time is more than a little
Right it's all shades of ripe
Set sights for the sky this
Rocket is about to take flight
Setting All us munchkins right
Cue the music maestro
Perhaps A little Ludwig van
I must say My good lad
The wine tastes delectable

I've pushed the limits
Gone too far
Some got hurt along the way.
My identity, far from secret
Was an open book of madness.
A fool, a clown out of place.
Melting face, drowning in regret,
Saying Over and Over,
Repeating
"I just wanna be good!
I wanna do what's right!
I know I can change!"
So I give my power up to you,
As you proceed to rearrange
Me till I'm sane
I recognize nothing
Around me
This place so strange
Almost serenely does
The chance meeting
Conduct electricity
Without the chance
Encounter one would
Except never neglect
This new stance awash
Taken hold of me

My eyes are stuck,
Wide open,
As they suck in
More information,
Into my brain,
And I feel this pain,
From my gut
to me gulliver,
And I just want to pull over
This ride, but I'm stuck inside,
With my eyes opened wide,
Seeing the sickness of this world,
Ticking and clicking, unfurled
Before my eyes, Truth and lies,
And I can't escape
This sickening feeling,
Looting and the rape
of the world revealing,
No longer concealing,
I feel so sick in the head
That I can't roll out of bed,
And my stomach feels like lead,
So I just wish I was dead.
I don't want to feel this way,
But I can't wish it all away,
Do I want to be good?
Or Just understood?
Do I want to find the key,
To let me be free?
Despite all my doubt,
I just want a way out,
But with my eyes wide open,
I'm barely copin',
And I'm so sick in the head,
I wish I was dead

The Telly's setting
Me straight reconfiguring
The wiring inside the old
Noodle squirming inside
Me head
Red Rum
The call I can't fathom to ignore
The pain the rain the sane the vein the cane the dame
Can't simply underscore
Wheels spinning churning
The chum the sharks come miles
For
Circling the seas our hearts
Beat to rhythms heard round
The globe spinning in me
Telly telling me what to do

From the old ultra violence,
To a newfound revolution,
Of nonviolence,
I've found the solution,
The path of passive resistance,
Stamping out my existence,
These people stomping on my brain,
Now who here's insane?
I feel so out of place,
You're spitting in my face,
And I just have to take it,
To prove a point,
This world's how we make it,
So come and anoint me,
O holy Father, If you bother,
For I wish to be good,
and be shown The Way,
I feel misunderstood,
But I have changed, Today
For they have a cure,
They made me pure.
I feel sick,
So I take their kicks
I feel like a euneuc
in a Tunic
With no power of my own,
Like a castaway clone,
A king without a throne,
A dog who's lost his bone,
For I gave you my power,
this hour,
And I listen to what you say,
For you've shown me the way,
Yet I still feel sick,
From gulliver to gut.
I know I'm a prick,
And I'll always be a nut