01. SOCIAL CANDY

What a colossal navigational problem,
I seem to be a vegetable.
No power up packs or inventions of the same degree,
I wish that I had worn a warmer jumper.

Face on the floor, no coming back,
I'm the creation old mate Frankenstein had.
Dead end signals from head to feet,
Blinking in morse code for a state of emergency.

Commencing mission for face control,
Some kind of upper would be optimal,
Clear transmission to re-upload,
They stated, MIA on Kepler 1.

Eight hours in and there's no sign I'll be touching down,
Hopefully there's no need for therapy yet.
I'll just fit in and be like everyone else.
Stop all your thinking it's no good for your soul.

Face on the floor, no coming back,
I'm the creation old mate Frankenstein had.
Dead end signals from head to feet,
Blinking in morse code for a state of emergency.

Commencing mission for face control,
Some kind of upper would be optimal,
Clear transmission to re-upload,
They stated, MIA on Kepler 186F


02. CHUG

Glutenous news feed, I'm so full from
scrolling through life watching highlights all week.
Comfy sardine, It's time to get out and see the planet I'm from,
Not the one I'm on.

Day trippin', Avon bound
I forget the world
when we're bare-foot hikers on a mission for grub,
picking portobello feeds
making sure we squeeze the tops and see that purple come out.
I thought "Oh no, my heads about to roll".

Stone skipping, off again,
anywhere that alters my views on bureaucracy,
we were asking for Plato
but instead we received a liability in Speedos
And I thought "Oh, there's a purple one, Rish pick it".

I'm saying come with us,
for feeds down Balingup, to Myrtle Forest,
anywhere, we're frying up some love
Cause Life's to short to give a (Broadcast) 'RADIO FRIENDLY'.

Brain flipping, executives, expedition to...
The wildly prescribed entertainment
courtesy of Dr. Noggin-Floggin and his Cosmic Toothbrush.
I was absolutely realmed until I had a 'Yeah-Nah' with the factory upstairs an they thought...
"Oh no, my heads about to roll."

Come with us, for feeds down Balingup, to Myrtle Forest,
anywhere, we're frying up some love,
Cause times exploding out my eyes.