on the greener side
the brighter side
the lighter side
the happy side
insecticide
the medicine side
the darker side
the mind sight

once upon a time
there was a pilgrim named civilian
blame it on the word
he made a killing of his feeling
he had his dreams set but better of he had a vision
that on day he’s be hanging off the pillars on his ceiling

up up in an arms reach
everybody grab attention to the soldier
he may not look approachable
but most the do don’t want you near there foot path
i’m a madaphobic in a crash
test dummy
feeling sober when I’m higher then a junkie
and my flyer reads hungry
but a monkey cant read
unless he grows with evolution
into a now new dieing breed

so where’s the seeds at homies

have you misplaced your face
and left your wallet wide open for the whole world to embrace

a taste of wisdom was herd
and I was concerned with the verdict
reaching up inside my head
to pull some nerves and hit the surface

i’m a serpent in a rainbow
with a strange know how

how did they find him on that door step on a man made cloud

it was sky music
the music from the sane to the vain
the mind is conducted in a series of
unexplained drops of

hysteria

found and given back by bla bla bla

line space blank space and I see
eyes

**words in brackets sang in the background of chorus

(line space blank space and I see eyes
line space blank space and you be eyes
line space blank space and I be eyes
line space blank space and you see eyes
line space blank space and I see eyes
line space blank space and I be eyes
line space blank space and I see
eyes

line space blank space and you are the obvious)

the aliens have landed
the aliens have landed
the aliens have landed
and abandoned there homes

the aliens have landed
the aliens have landed
the aliens have landed
and abandoned there homes

obviously all eyes are on me and i feel free

in a telecommunication for paraphernalia half off
on top of that we got cops
on top of this they made laws
inside a mind I got lost
for six-hundred and sixty days
the government provided open graves

it would have been ok if I was blunted

maybe something in the way

was blocking images displayed
that could have explained why I’m so afraid
and paranoid from life’s voids in a bad rendition of some say

some lie say some saw ma ma coo saw

now let me take you on a beautiful journey to a place called america
where we love to hate each other and make babies for the fuck of it
where even the paliadians know where anal cause our brains are stuck to bullshit

so what’s the fist for
a metaphor for closure without grip

he felt sick before the little green men took him away in a spaceship
 
and sold him time for seven dollars
less the a pack of cigarettes

out of his mind

he made his followers cosign his death certificate