The Continuous Life - 311

When things are outta whack

And they might collapse

And at the end of the day

You still can’t relax

And physically you ache

Like a cavity feelin' the bind

On your mind and the rest

Of your body

Listen to your heartbeat

Flow and imagine

Become Jackson Pollack

Air brush Chinese dragons

On a sky blue convertion

Van or an electra

Buick of the mind full of

Fuminous matter

And slowly all the pressure

Recedes and you stop to decay

Naturally think clearly

Ultimately though your grace

Will give way to traffic jams

Submachine guns in hand

City red-necks who think

Like the Omega man

Feelin' the extremes

Of the times we’re livin'

Stockpile spaghetti-o's

And cheerios plannin'

To survive that fall-out shit

It’s not ambuguous

It be continuous

It’s all about us

It’s for real my man

The continuous life there is no end

Movin' through life

Movin' through death

My radio emits a signal form

A strange noise the kind of which

I’ve never heard before

I scan the dial for more stations

But all I get is an eerie feelin'

I’m not dreamin' this is the real dealin'

There’s nothin' like this trance

I’m caught in a daze

Cuz I’m finally out of my body

The blue lights are ablaze

Yeah I’m really amazed

And feelin' so light that’s right

Lift off and I’m into the sky

As if a hologram were created

To shift my conciousness

Changed again and I’m flung

In the riff

I wanna be free I wanna do right

I move through the portal

To be purified

It’s not ambuguous

It be continuous

It’s all about us

It’s for real my man

The continuous life there is no end

Movin' through life

Movin' through death