Get These Ideas Together

Travelling through space and time, thinking about everything that I wanted to be

But couldn't, outside of this sacred rumination time

2:00 AM, fully caffeinated and frustrated by the way that I

Tape sentences together and try to make them rhyme

I apologise Can't keep my thoughts in order Blink, blink

The bathroom sink leak down the hall is more like Chinese water torture

Chop and filter fragment down into the octa-sound-recorder

Pleasantly surprised at the ideas that can be conjured forth

Accepting what can only be transmitted by a godly source

A target, a takedown rattled by heavenly bodily force

Oddly enough, but maybe not, I thought that life would end at thirty

I feel like Paoline in '93 in Audubon, New Jersey

Forensic detail thoughts are clean, but my hands are dirty

Can't do retail If you can get it, it isn't for me

Seek and ye may find what you looking for, but not if it's for me

I don't want to be weird anymore, just let me be a normie

Got to get these ideas together

In one ear, and out the other

I know the secret to a good life, I figured it all out

Cold bath and wall-stare day, time-block for getting it all down

Surely I can find a new planet to live on, if this one doesn't work out right?

No besides I still need to make this album go

Dictionary-minded, a mindful of reasons, efficiently peaking

A free lesson in diction when I'm eloquently speaking

Live to serve the Lord with programmable rhythm

Brain is filled with VCOs and DCOS and VCAs and algorithms

Corduroy all day over casual denim

Took the weekend off and knocked a few out in a single session

Falling in love with writing again, but its hard when nothing comes to mind

I feel like I've achieved everything I wanted but that's just another lie

Another excuse to get out of what God designed me to do

So I find a pen and do a tally-mark with a crooked line

More than a cosmic download, more like sanctified, more like divine

One day, someone will find a stack of my lyric books tied up with twine

I march to the beat of a whole different drumbreak playing in my mind

Brain is aneurysm'ed out, but still my handwriting is fine

Got to get these ideas together

In one ear, and out the other

I know the secret to a good life, I figured it all out

Cold bath and wall-stare day, time-block for getting it all down