01. CORNFLAKE

I’m sorry I almost, started taking things too serious,
I got so caught up in, a thinking binge and let life take over.

Time’s been fluttering by and I can’t keep track of it,
Every moment decides how my intelligence rests.
I’ve been trying to be something different
away from the automatic existences.


02. CUBENSIS LENSES

Mind overlaid, I place my fingers through a figure of eight
and follow backwards intentions to accommodate.
When I found out I made sense
It meant nothing else, ever quite did the same again.

Float in, float out, through the clarity
while energy condenses and the majesty
comes crashing down.

And it leaves my head scattered a mess, in One million pieces.
I really couldn't care less, when I still take breaths, and i am still featured
among my reality,
All things seem slow, when I am decreasing
My visions with manic intentions,
are still haunting my interest,
Yet the show goes on without me.

I took a little seed from nature
made a plant evolve
and in return I'm hoping that I won't be stoned
rather get stoned with antelopes
and read them their horoscopes before they get high hopes.

It might be easy to ignore, I have seen it before
try and remember to remember remembering more
Cause I completely forgot
I was so lost inside his head when I was looking for my thoughts.


03. MARMALADE MARCH

I’m ill again, And this time I am fucked
I probably shouldn’t of stayed out
But I couldn’t help getting drunk.
This life that i have been prescribed
Is taking control of my head
I’m tethered to matters i don’t really like
Can you take me to your world instead

So I can Lose myself and find a reason to care
Stored in thoughts with astronauts
on a universal carousel
So I’m bootlegging it around space
Trying to find out where i originate
Theres a neurologic correlation
That is relative to your relatives

Cause were all designed
To be Alien
With atoms to hire
subterranean
For every life kind
trying to hide from entropy

I lost my sense But I found a friend to talk
Addicted to fluorescent minds
and colourful dialogue
his ideas are all pear shaped
Cause his brain and his heart are divorced
From a time long before me
So scattered and out of control
He’s on planet hoping endorphins
waiting for life to be reinstalled

I had such a lovely time
watching galaxies align
I could stay here for days
Making sunlight seperate


04. ...AND THE ADDLED ABSTRACTION OF BEING

How do you know that you’re alive a three dimensional intimate life
My mind implies that i exist although i can’t rely on his advise
I want to watch the Earth evolve with time an object i control
and I can take my head off

Is it any wonder
that i have no idea

Day In, Day out I think about the other worlds irrelevant to mine
How many other names they’ve had in languages we can’t identify
I will go mad before I have an answer that relates to all
When there’s so much to explore

Is it any wonder
that i have no idea

...and the addled abstractions of being


05. HIGH VISCERAL

INSTRUMENTAL


06. SURF'S UP

Dream, man machined
I’m the vision of hostility
the bread crumbs you trail in a world you once belonged

Safe, in the thought,
you choose love as if you have been taught
To stray from your heart is an idea you wish wasn’t wrong

And so began
the tale of a man.
who was mad in his brain
He longed for a dream where he was sane
and everyone else
was somebody else

visions of lust
I’m caught in complete disarray


07. GALLOP TO SOUTHPORT

I want to explore a new feeling
Only $25 then you’re dreaming
I can’t feel my toungue.

Now I’m alive
Back on my terms
Into space time
On a rocket
Leaving the Earth
Heading out into the Universe

The wizards coming


08. FOUND GOD IN A TOMATO

I’m barely operating
Yet a functional being
I always seemed to be vacant
parading myself as an abductee
Then one day I was transposed
from a simple young man
to a godly tomato that held all existence
and told me that we should expand

and now the world always seems to revolve

around me
I’ll wake up and I will always be fine
now I know
Everything will always will be easy
and the way I like
I’m grateful that I held that tomato
So he could change my life
Cause i’m different
At least I thought so.

What a triumphant occasion
to change your design
that one has left my head on a pillow on my cloud nine
I wonder how many more fruits
can connect to my head
I would take a papaya
travel the world and the universe as two best friends

and the world will always revolve

Now we’re different

Time, I’m coming back with


09. ENTROPY

INSTRUMENTAL


10. DENMARK / VAN GOGH & GONE

I watched the trees kiss while sharing ideas with
a cloud who was pouring along sharing tendencies
amidst a Monet’s world I built from the tip of my tongue
that emphasised everything

The tendrils of time melt with my head in denmark

And I’m thankful everyday

I left my home, my head
My world could never descend
Not at all.

I want you to see in my window
And lose all your bones
And all your skin
Feel like you can float